Watch me watch me watch me.

Everyone wants attention, only I'm looking for something different.

Something different, boy thats the story of your life.

And most other people.

Most...

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I wonder why I do what I do.

But then I remember one particularly vivid trip with D.

And the feeling of being taken over, completely.

I wanted so bad to tell someone, but no words came out.

It is rare to find those who can relate to leaving this world and jumping into the next.

Seeing infinity.

Letting go of ego.

Knowing True Self.

How many of us try so hard to understand people, but so readily put our way of thinking, our particular pattern of reasoning, and insert it into the individual we are trying to understand?

This happens to much, I do it too much, and it pisses me off.

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I'm getting smarter.

I can read this universe better by the day.

I feel stronger, the sun does that.

I feel bolder, the moon does that.

Angels.

Demons.

They show me the way to go, but I already know.

I already know.

SO.

Watch me.

Watch me.

Watch me.

Soon enough, you won't be able to miss me.

Or best me.

But until then, its just a race to the top.

And now I understand.

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Jazz baby, jazz, lets improvise together:

I want to hear your soul.