I feel you fading from the source, Your highlighted features graduate in almost perfect security. Your beauty prisms out into the space. You are the Affect of the Wealthier World's Touch on the prominent beauty in Oakland.
I feel a slight pressure on my eyes, a slight ping in my temples. I realize that I am following you around for no reason. This world is made for those that beg, shop and control. Every soul in this world lives according to how it was determined that we would be living by now.
I have become myself and those that I hate and love. All those I discard as unimportant, are wrapped up in to my soul. I have replicated only what I have seen. I have become nothing more than what has passed before me. What is great to one man or woman today, is useless tomorrow.
We have absolutely no control. We are watching a slideshow of our bodies doing all the stuff that we expect it to.
I think our minds just clocks. They tick away as I write down the thoughts that come in to my face.
Our minds just clocks. They have a certain number of ticks
The calling stone beneath me is permanantly forever.