Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? 

Chinese New Year

A boy inside a man, content to follow where the winds take them. Sole aligned with soul, he travels to find something worthy of departing. But seeing distant seas and climbing wooded foothills have all but lost their enchantment on him. For once in his life his soul aspires to journey north, but his footprints continue to mark the same familiar paths. He knows what awaits him in the sprawl of the mysterious realm, but loses hope in the likelihood of his welcome. Sensing his rejection, he climbs into bed and dreams that he boarded the train. 

Upon Arriving In New York

I've always dreamt the same dreams from the beginning: A nest where dragons rest and celestial beings ingest the stars no longer heating. As I've grown up I find these things to be more real than my surroundings which never seem to make much sense.  

Swallowing Words And Spitting Out Pills (DEMO)

Well versed in the lost art of falling apart and then sorting through the pieces like a deck of cards - Mapping out my mind with your graphs and charts. Come close Mr. Needle Hands. You're clear to dissect, my friend. See through the seas of the red liquids and find my ailment like a sunken ship.

Polymath

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