When green goes gray

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When green goes gray

A transmission from within is received several times with no transcription to a comprehensible code and the message is lost... yet the last transmission was different... something had changed... I was just not able to read the code...

From the last time to the first, caught up in a silent prayer, while i fear the worst... hope is life since hope is the last thing you lose and when you lose life there's nothing left... so, is that a rule of three? a simple triangle? or is it just misunderstood? I would beg to differ since answer to non I have confronted...

Slave in a simple illusion that some call life, some call religion and some call routine... it's all just a breath away, yet your lungs won't budge... are you ready to live with that? maybe if you find yourself strong enough, yet that strength is relative to the amount of pain you suffered already, so may as well collapse in the first try as you may as well step away and wipe the dust from your back...

A new born's lullaby makes its way through my maze-like mind and tenderly depresses my insides with a numbing sensation that makes me feel at home... warm like mother, cozy like crib, chill like open window in fall... the baby was born and brought home... yet that was decades ago...

Publishing guts in tabloids so a yellow-ish world could see it and feel disgusted... even if the actual intention is to open eyes, they stay locked and shocked by the images from a photographic memory that they refuse to see... was this meant to be? was that fate for thee? was this meant for me?

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