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We’re all disinterested, myself included. You can stand in line in front of someone for twenty minutes and never wonder their name. And if you ask a girl’s name just because you think she’s pretty then you must be out for something because that’s the world we live in, isn’t it? There’s no such thing as good intentions, just your best interest running along side someone else’s. We’re all familiar strangers; we pass each other everyday and never wonder each other’s names. Well I do. Sometimes. And I ask ‘why’s it all so cold?’ But no ones listening because their ears are jammed with h

Waves break against the background of a crystal horizon Palms and banana trees, the sound of poverty. Walk down any side street in this, the destination of destinations, The very picture of paradise, See you what the postcards leave out, faded paint and broken pavement Outdoor living rooms and dilapidated dune buggies, Graffiti tagged walls, overgrown playgrounds, Plaid shirt men, “Hasta Victoria Para Siempre,” Of Mayan sundials and Cuban cigars… Side swept civilization, crushed upon the mercy of yet another tempest. White beetles crowd the road, a land plagued by locusts, The sun rises and sets over the water, So c

I carry no pad to record my thoughts, Of what is so and what is not. I pay no mind to thoughts like these, Only of love and the wind through trees. I carry no pen to write my name, For voice and word are one the same. Both do shake for thoughts like these, As does love, and the wind through trees. I have no voice to tell where I’ve came, For I know not words for tales so plain, I have no time for thoughts like these, Only for love, and the wind through trees. There are no maps for the place’ I’ve been, They are all but buried deep within. The darkest caves of my shadowed mind, Wrapped in doubt and the sands of ti