It's funny how malls always feel empty to me. There must be at least a thousand people within my peripheral vision, alone. They couldn't know the so/u/l/e that walks amongst them in silent reflection. Unbeknownst, too them.

Sometimes life tries to kill you, as a child.

Sale. 50% off store-wide. Biggest savings all year, all year. The temple cannot be built on material foundations. We still offer praise, sacrifice, and supplication. Don't that new outfit make you look ______? Mirror image.

Growing up, I realized that no one can change another. How daunting it is to change oneself should contribute considerable understanding to the truth of the aforementioned statement. But I still love them. I know they hate it- I see it in their eyes every time we have an intimate conversation. Intoxication. Absence. Bastard-child, wrote Atlas- I am stronger now.

I w(a/o)nder now. Paint a picture and sell it for a thousand words? I'll give you minutes, they only provide instantaneous gratification. Pop-tags: saturate the streets. We walk them alone, yet some decorate the scenery. I wrote my tag on the wall. It read: to the blind. They feel me.

Life is priceless. Have you not seen the bouquets at the cemeteries? We spend money on our dead for the time they invested in us. In the pecan grove the flowers will shine, until: my time comes. You can catch me lookin at the sky quite often. I'm not hiding it.

Stop buying shit for yourself. Sell your life to somebody else willing to spend it with you. Willing to make it worth every penny with you. The one that makes you smile wont mind the wrinkles if they were the cause thereof. Smile- take me, for a while, if not forever. I will cherish every moment.

I don't act my age. I have lived too much to be so reckless. Plus now my vested interests have outgrown my savings-bonds. Funny, isn't it? Wearing seat belts- to speed with you.

You aren't alone. I will never leave you. I will walk in your presents.

Thank you for your time.