A nebula takes shape, sprouting energy. The type only a listener, the observer in central park, mesmorized by the passing of electric flowing fast and fueled by wrist watches. I look into the round scope with all the knowledge of Myan beleif. Death to create life. A dying star, a star loud enouph to announce its departure, birthing millions in its blast. Last night i set the scope, i can see miles with this. West i mumbled, as memories of love fueled by covered lungs, and a clip to enjoy for later. Last night i looked west, i only needed my eyes as a slow but lonely star took me, not just my eyes, not even just my body. The star slowly drifted past me, almost to say its presence was merley for my own, the amusment that came next words will not justify. But the sadness, as the horrizon beating east took on westward light, the star faded. I looked up and up, i looked in circles to see if what i had seen was meer imagination. How could a star, travel so slow, almost like it said hello, then in seconds, fade off into this universe. A universe only the open minded create, and the close minded forget ever existed.
Sadness filled my heart, as memories of passed loves and love lost took shape. Soon tears filled my eyes. Before i knew it, these eyes i thought could stare through diamonds flooded the earth. With a sudden urge i grabbed my telescope and dismounted it from its angle. West i thought, as i prepare my shaken, tear swollen head for the night. Wow.
I got myself togeather to reflect, i'm now the rock i'm so made out to be again. The man who cared just a little more than all the rest, but could never show it. West is happiness, its change, its love, its you. Its me, its future, my sister, radiant and beautiful as dreams can only shape. Suddenly a love i never felt before, maybe it was more a of a realization, or just a cheap way to compare the two. My nebula arrived, profound, and with both eyes i saw it. Emotionally drained me, then put me back on my feet.

I love me, i love a lot of things in this world, why shouldn't one of them be me? With pride, and a sense of self worth more grand than most of my days, west it will be. To destroy the old, and create new, with radiance and beauty, as my star, as my love, guided my eyes - so did my mind, guide my heart, and my heart guide my body to a slumber i will chase until i am. Until i AM.

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well written my friend, clearing the brain eases the soul, does it not? well done.

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amen.

Marijuana inspires, need proof just look at any of the forums sub-topics.. thanks sprock

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i am a pathological liar, and have illusions of grandeur. I post pictures of pot plants i found on the internet and i have never nor will i ever consider the cultivation of marijuana, as it is illegal.[PIC] http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs247.snc1/9416_169989768872_548168872_2820667_2760812_n.jpgg