Fleeting feeling.

Return of the abstract identity which fell ahead of me when god sent an angel down to return me. You might have thought thee intentions were good when that dust thrust my mind to the heavens extensions. No choice but to in trust him with my soul, the bastard burned it over fiery coal, dealing his toll. Forever to remember the horror that every soul holds. The angel that poured his being into my eyes seeing every second of fleeting feeling of space and time. Stright from a page of fear and loathing, loathing every second fearing the next. Egotism became my priority for the road of reality.  Reality is no longer what you see I don't even believe what I've seen, I seem to be afflicted with a predicted dream under my stream of thought  that had no direction that I could detect then I dig deep sometimes often during rhymes to expose my soul that is so often ostracizing other goals. 

I woke up on all fours only remembering the seconds before fading out of reality. Feeling like my eyes were on a shuttering speed that put me on my knees. Then the angel came forth to prophesize my demise. Now creating lies to cover my hazy eyes. 

That day a sparkle was born in my eye for the torn reaction I gave when that part of me died. 

Movie meanings

1.Spirited Away

2. Old Boy (Foreign film not Hollywood remake *barfs violently*)

3. Funny games

Human?

What makes me human is what makes me aware. Emotions, ending devotions natural potions all ended up mixing as a dare. I was created there. At the age of 15 which seems supreme I was awoken  with a token of humanity which seemed to be a problem in reality. At 16 the next step of humanity came in front of me when I saw the devils saw near my leg which was a problem...maybe. It was just as scary as seeing if she would date me so I could escape ones related to me and experience a connection away from family. When that connection sparked I now could see in the darkest of dark. Lighting up a world previously unseen. There was now someone who I could hold on from now on.

As soon as this connection sparked in my brain I felt like I wanted to go do things and be on my feet walking the streets of salt lake having a good day in liberty park or handing out vegan burritos to the homeless. So In turn, what makes me human is the connection of love.