Training wheels era

An added dash of sparkle to the day, we do not need fixing. I am stardust incarnate, watch me as I struggle with human emotions and trials. Like a flat tire on the dolly after you’ve loaded the thing.

I am walking on ashes of forgotten people, the DNA inside my cells decoding ancient texts sent from a lifetime ago. Being reborn and buried alive for centuries uncovering the bones of uncertainty and depth.

Lacking sophisticated skills, stuck in the training wheels era. Here I sit battling addiction and malice for others around me. I’m supposed to be better than that, but the folly of what was and who is denounced, reckoning lives within us all and collapse is on the rise. move over or be moved the energy willing itself upon the dawn is coming. You will move, best be your own feet that do it.

Walk with the turning tides, waves of motion and notoriety, breast and stone. For life is a sentence only some will remember.

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