every breath
swirled in the night-
I used to sit
on that bridge
and watch the water
the way the sun
reflected off of it
every day
I walked there
sat for hours
what I really wanted
out of life
and I still do not know
but then
maybe I will never know
and I am not afraid
of never knowing
I do not need anything
out of life
but the scenes
and words
and maybe
they are not all good
but in order
for there
to be good
there needs
to be bad

The End

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