Even tho it is a place of non existence it is a place
a place where time meet existence
a time where you say it does not exist
a place where time meets existence
the place of the dark
the dark of the unbeknown
the place of art
unbeknownst
yet a place of existence
I was there
so were you
betweetsn the existence
of you and me
the place of virtural
the place of return
the place of love
unbeknownst of our kind
i will not go
unbellingly
not a word
except the one i just made of
yet
it is a place where we both knew of
you said
there is no space without space
therefore meaning
time with space
ok
my mind is open
my mind is free
take me to the place of
free will
free will to express
free will to be
take me to the place
of yea
the place to be me
loving you
accepting me
oh damn
love is the vocabulary
of being me
it is good to be me
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
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