Activities of Jeremy Horsford

The wall of flames reach for the door.

What appeared to be a desire to exit seems to resemble an anchor to explore its surroundings.
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It has been a while since you fell asleep and I wondered how what why, why is it that I continue to cry, when I think of you.

Is it that you pierced the organ in the middle of my chest, or your inaudible sweetest of words tickle my mind, my thoughts until they nest, in my subconscious, making me think there was not a world beyond us?
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What am I doing here?

Continuously staring through a window hoping for more, as backseat drivers deliver me to utopia.
Disputed ideals...following the aftermath of a congregation of lost.
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Awash with the undertones of that which is such a mystery to one who continuously communicates, but does not stop to think is it me that wonders why they speak of nothing but confusion in a pool of disbelief or am I confusing that with hope again while feeling this unease of a realisation they may want to continue talking, but to whom, if not me, the me that wants to keep this farce going until, but wait, I thought there was silence and that confusion underpinned by a collision of thoughts, too many considerations of misappropriated unwantings, appeared to be given freely, but delivered by freelancers of mis-opportunity which coax the perceived innocence of the ignorant and coat the populous in that which is ubiquitous, a tainting and shift in the order of general thought screaming for paradigmic movements of an alternative to that, which is experienced daily, to that end, the habitual machine that is parato consumerism is eroding morality and must I continue to feel such unwavering support for this crushing belief of unfavourable misfortune of the ineligible mangled untruth bringers, spreading wafer thin subjective truths, yet delivered perfectly and accepted widely by half truthers running riot across airwaves painting the most brilliant portrait full of vibrant colours and picturesque unrealism, yet they continue to dress the canvas in chaos, while I ponder...is it me?
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Where am I? !

I do not recognise the darkness, the silence, the drumbeat of nothingness.
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I lost love in the sea of loneliness, seeking a flicker of hope to replenish my fading star.

Early on in my travels, I was unable to navigate with life's compass, however this long voyage has left me sea beaten, critical of shark infested treasures.
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