Benjamin Figueroa Medina

Ghost In Rehab - Stuck in Rehab Benjamin Figueroa Medina

Can life be a reality? Can it be faced with a touch upon a surface? While it trembles as I move my fingers closer to me. Like the water separating with hope was once lifted. Can it be depicted like the birds that sing a Deadman's rhythm or Maybe the dead man isn't so dead. Lost between realty and society, and no answers still yet to be solved. Can I be in the same field as you or am I just a water boy you can walk pass though. Maybe I am just an illusion... Broken into fragments of a flatline... broken... in... between...