Time flies past so fast it makes me wonder if I can make any one moment last.
I want to take out a small section of history…
These thirteen seconds of ticking spent picking at scabs.
Put it into the distant existing possibility of finding a one and three in the future
So I can at last,
Use those thirteen seconds efficiently for
Opening the door
To possibilities with potential to
Open more doors.


These scabs leave sores big enough for the core to escape through.
Understand…
Within this man is a monster curious to know what’s inside of you.


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