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Most of the Time


by Darryl Price


I'm just kicking around this restless feeling. 
The same one I've had since I was a 
small kid. I used to like your smile because 
it suited your face perfectly. Sometimes 
life is when everyone's gone. Send a good 

thought my way. What happens when there are more 
rainy days ahead yet you still open 
your weary eyes? A thought doesn't always 
have such good things to say. Shadows shrink and 
fade, but this lonely feeling seems to linger. 

Most of the time, I'm alright or I  
don't know what's wrong with me. It's not a laugh.
I've cried enough. I'm just kicking around 
this idea of any kind of love 
still leaving its lump in my throat. Why me? 

Most of the time, my black flag stands by what 
I said. Sailors never stop sailing to 
the places where there's a possible map
to their dreams. I'm not here anymore. Most
of the time, I'm undisturbed by my own 

disappearance. It was time. I'm not here 
means I will be there only when you offer 
me room in your truest heart. Until 
then, most of the time, silence resigns itself 
as the hardest part to finding peace.
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