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the lone tormented soul

of an artist:

skateboarder, photographer, writer.

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friday, april spring

the park at Risil

clear blue sky with

sun shining

chilly - cool breezes

barren leafless trees

kids play in the schoolyard

the skatepark is empty

Reflection.

depressed on skateboarding

once again,

spring time is coming on

slowly

overcasted, cold gray,

rainy days

still linger on

the clear, blue sky

warmer, yet still with cool breeze

days

don't last for long

skating is becoming a

mere dream

pining now

for those long gone

warm Florida

nights and days

cruising the downtown

city streets with Millz,

my cruising partner

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I need to stop dreaming.

I need to get my faith back.