By Mac Guerreiro
Maybe if eye drive till midnight,
Maybe if eye eat the worst,
Maybe if eye drink,
Maybe,
Maybe eye’ll escape,
Maybe eye’ll get to,
Just this time,
But it won’t be,
So where does this leave me?
Trying to create the opposite feels impossible,
Walking through the door feels that way too,
It all feels like lose-lose,
Maybe if eye stay in my car,
Stay till Eye’m so done eye have to make my way,
Maybe.
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Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.
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