Here contemplating
thoughts resonating
through my skin
and out into the open air
I stood quiet
staring out into the city scene
My thoughts loud
Even the spirits shift
to the other side of the room
Penthouse views
City lights
Everyone is so small
and I feel tall this time around
Alone in this calamity
My shell is not eye clean anymore.
I am not living loud
I wish I can love forever...
So much to do in such a short time
History will soon be me
Run in haste like Vangoh
Paint, Paint, Paint
I just really want to go home.
I love you girls..
William Ortiz
Fellapanik
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