I am Michael Everett Davis. These are my original writings, musings, and works. These all come from the heart, or mind, rather. Read at your own risk, I may add, though I would enjoy constructive criticism if it may be given. I invite and welcome any comments, or any words of advice. A great man once said, "Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there". If you need me, you can find me in the self help aisle in the book store.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
You Can't Possibly Know
You can't possibly understand, just how it is to be me. What? I'm sorry, it seems as if you said that you know. You understand? NO. You're dead wrong. What's that you say? Walk around in my shoes? You wouldn't fit, so you can't see? Reality? No, you're living in the false. Its never the guys with the guns you should be afraid of, but the silent one in the corner, surveying his options, weighing out every single possible outcome, and look above the skyline. It isn't a coincidence. Nothing ever is. There's an aura about everything. I sense its making me weary. Fall asleep you say? I can't. STOP. You can't know what it's like. You aren't me, THEREFOR, you're wrong. These blue and red photographs are damned, the trail is grown muddy with bad blood. Stop stirring, you're frustrating me, yes? Leave my thoughts and I be. Please.
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