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.
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