My paraplegic thoughts running marathons to win this point of view of mine. Paralyzed by bright flickering vacancies crawling down memory lane. Petrified facts stoned my cognitions that's long gone and left behind. The past is the past that's bypassed in fastlanes as things slowly disappeared, through my rearview fears. Only to reappear like mirage... w/red heals, tanned legs, shaped thighs, grip-full hips, and a posterior to match. Quenching my thirst with her coke bottled figure refreshed away the haze to become... Empty Time, Empty Space, Every Time.
