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Money doesn’t make you happy. It makes you feel powerful, and in turn, you equate control with happiness, creating a compelling illusion of fulfillment.

i etch you in dreams yet you can’t see time walks past as if it had folded over itself if we had never met like i was never yours this time i woke up before you could leave again

streetlights flickered or maybe it was just my breath shallow, waiting caught between then and now you were never good at goodbyes but you were always great at leaving

There was a softness in goodbye, but it never softened the absence.

you stood in the doorway half in shadow half in leaving i tried to hold the moment but time is never kind to hands that hesitate by the time i found the words time was already fleeting

Somewhere between the pause in your breath and the length between our fingers, I almost asked you to stay.

I love running through rain because it reminds me of how I felt with you.

to walk the edge i call to name three beats too hard they say if you go back there’s no one to go back to i frolic in this motion in a sense of chaos we create in time which is left motionless it’s beyond you and i belo…

to lie at edge to find time between breathing i frolic from side to side feel avant-garde at the guard’s rails wondering from street light to homicide dark on my right nights in technicolor to wander from left to right …

We weigh in moments, temporary possibilities. I waiver in desire to feel sensation of a fleeting question. We form meaning in moments, brief starvation of our minds. You either understand possibilities or you question t…