black china.

i saw him today.do you hear me my sweet?i saw him.i saw the face that cut clean cold cathartic cuts on,around,into my heart.but i survived.i smoked a stick,took a sip of my whiskey dry and grinned.because its over.like poof.like napolean.like colonialism.like the vietnam war.like the cultural revolution.like neo-colonialism.like the berlin wall.and i do not hold it against anyone anymore because i know if i,as a neutral,met you anytime,anywhere,i too would want to touch you.it was just a clash.a collision of bad timing,bad karma,bad luck;a bad circumstance.bygones oh bygones.