breezy laughter, sushine in color,
desperation distress in shades of gray
then I begin to speak.
A three minute narrative,
of the crooked road I traveled,
graven shots in black.
And white will be used as contrast,
my joys and sorrows will be implied.
My journey into the unknown, willingly,
I travel blind-folded and silent.
Dimly lit blood pressure,
overexposed rejoicing,
my light falling down, down,
into oblivion.
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