I Am. Kyle. That’s what people call me. Transparency. Can you see me? Hehe…
e.e. cummings, syntax and idiosyncrasies intrigue me. Parobles, metaphors, and similies perceive what’s underneath (can you really trust me?). Love is blind like my brother (Truly). Family, loyalty and humility. These simple things. They mean so much to me. Stop. Hate. Love. Light. Am I? Just another victim of vice. Booze, benzos, bitches, and sin. A menial means to an eventual end. Am I? A liar. A prisoner of my own desire? Barbituates and Opiates. Just a way I’m coping with. This shame. Moon. Stars. Sun. Rain. No complaints. No more pain. I am numb. Dopamine induced desire. I succumb. Bliss, beauty, fire. My concerns begin to fade. Forever my Love remains. I am Kyle. Who are you Ms. DeLange?
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