Run this way. Come this way. Bring joy. Bring laugh­ter. See me as I see you.
Always feel. Always turn­ing around. Look forward.

Want you to see.

Run, run, run. I hope you can under­stand feel­ings, because that’s my
lan­guage. Hearts bro­ken. Souls dark­ened. Lost loves. We are here.
Can’t run away. Shouldn’t turn around. I have to take one last look.
I have to see it. I have to touch it. My mind’s lost. Am I me? Where
am I? Lost in the land of angels. Treat me well. Time is gone. Knifes
cut­ting the ropes of inno­cent peo­ple. Bul­lets pen­e­trat­ing flesh of men.
Death is near. Death is there. Death is here. You can’t beat me. I will not
give in. I will sur­vive. Don’t you try any­thing. You can’t fool me, I am the
almighty ghost. I am the almighty truth. I am the almighty…
Trust is to not be bro­ken. My word is not to take with uncer­tainty.
Don’t you try to break me. Don’t you fake this. This is it. //

“I am Tracy Wick and/or My words, my wis­dom” — July — 2009.