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I can't wait to be Golden, to feel those sun shine rays on my stale-beaten skin is something I pray for without praying. I can't wait to be Golden, those who are bright already feel so wealthy and happy and ambitious, things I am not. I can't wait to be Golden, to feel the soft roughness on my skin drip down to my toes as my fingers curl in the light. I can't wait to be Golden, those infinite sights I see are so beautiful and vibrant I can't help but smile at their life.   I can't wait to be Golden, to feel my light be lifted is what I wish for and my smile be forever stuck with a curve.

Sometimes when I think too much I lose my feelings of golden passion, so much so I have to fake the thoughts of someone who is golden and bright. I feel so jealous of those who are Golden that I dye my blood so that is runs wealthy and shiny. So lonely are my actions, I want to be golden, I want to feel pure and have the passion of a lion that runs on the savannah; such confidence the creature has that I do not, I am so quiet.    I want to shine, I want warmth on my skin, I want tones of richness and happiness. I find in my fields of wheat and ripe corn a sense of hope I fear to feast on. Who am I to take away such lovely apparitions from

I often contemplate the act of death but I never act upon it, I can't act it out like a play for I don't know the lines. I feel as though I'll never die because I can't die, something prevents me from leaving my body for infinity. Its all so maddening and impure, I can't stand it, this impotent action that reveals itself to me is so goddamn bitter. I feel so green and earthly that it kills me, I hear the buzzing of the turquoise bug that floats above me, I feel the warm moss waters on my toes and the smell of the fiery gold that drowns me is intoxicating.