writing

+i don't even know how that came out of me
my writing is merely the light that shines through my pane of glass
the result is the light and my darkness...
+you do well trying to balance character, story and 
the great glass frame bouncing off the rocket thought flares, 
their eruptions of light and sound...
+i wrote like i wish i spoke
just now, i'm more interested in the unexpressed
i'm not really pissed off though
like, i try to not think of that stuff any more
things that once made me angry now mak...
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