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tent of sheets I wish there were no walls... I only learned to put them up recently, yet I can be so good at it (and must realize that I learned before I could walk or talk, but that's another long story for elsewhere and elsetime)... maybe it's laziness or giving up on humanty to some degree (maybe?... who writes mostly dead, huh?), but people seem to want them and even though I don't think they are healthy most of the time, I have given in and stopped trying to smash them down or peek through them (hoping this is just a temporary condition, like an illness that will pass)... it's not that I do not respect privacy, it is that most walls are not for privacy as much as they are to hide and deny foolish fears and stupid choices... are we to spend our lives dying, hiding and lonely, mourning what could have been out of fear of embarrassment or what some stranger might think?...
come be the friend who watches me sleep come talk of all our secret dreams and tell me what life really means come sit with me in the flashlight dark where nothing can hide or miss the mark we can build a world so perfectly deep in our secret place under the sheets come sit with me under the tent of sheets come be the friend where trust can keep come sit and show me you know how cuz I really need a friend like that right now
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |