marched to town for "supplies"
tyran tyran in the ears again
a muffled name call over penetrating them vibes
n stats bearded face as i turn around
kicked out of his parents, moving to devon, some insane victorian mansion with hells angels and a holy mineral water/ dope factory hidden within
he had that calming look you get after you smash shit, there was a mutual relief
we decided to head to the park
en route, avoiding the "mutants" was deceided to drop into the former post office now gallery
to see if theres anything decent to see
forgot after we deceidded and thought he was taking me some mad route that made no sense to the park
hungry, no food in the house
smoking to suppress the hunger
shrink that stomach
we were greeted,as i recalled our agreement, to check out whatever show was on,
a friendly faced middle aged man
we looked and read the naked thoughts bare and brave they struck
related
one in particlar stayed within mind
written on a palm
"the longer you wait for the future
the shorter it will be"
it terrified and comforted
another oxymoron
love those
the friendly faced guy began to speak to us, he was a carer at a mental health ward in oxford for kids dealing with anorexia, self harm, depression, the shit we label for the lightworkers that struugle with this shit thats deemed normality
that raw deal returns again
they're 16??!
installations of broken shaving razors,i read the "in patients" interviews responses with the carers as stat n bear face guy rapped
it was a pretty balls out thing to show, considering the tabbooo
especially here
he asked us to write a comment for the kids in the guest book jazz they have in these places, i sent them love
address: n/a
16, they feel so screwed but they see it alreaddy!
fuk man, as we were to leave they emerged from the door elsewhere, we congratulated them and thanked! they seemed awkward and in head lights, we knew was time to leave, showing yer self naked is fukkkin tuff, let alone to strangers!
we headed to the park
absorbed the rays
we vented
we vented of those frustrations we couldnt in those younger days clouded with pot, and broken homes we escaped and bonded over unspoken
u asked me what happened, i answered honest
i asked you
you did also,
you drew, i smoked
2 hours of humble company
conversed when was felt, enjoying the company when not
then we split, we did the lock of hands, you headed for yer ride
myself for the supplies, then those things that i needed passing on from a holy friend to ..........
when stated holy, i do not intend for religious conetations
just a good friend i consider beyond so much, and one of the very few i can truly truly fukkin trust, as to whether he does, we'll see
what happens happens
first day without a meltdown
just a panic to escape
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