Covering up self with coverlets of past suicide, leaving earth to it’s own demise as I am lifted heavenward towards my future.
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Wondering about life and why it’s so complicatingly simple.
No ideas of what to expect, we are just ejected from our mothers and expected to learn so much in a short, temporary life.There seems to be no sense in all of it, because after we live and learn all we can, we are sent to deathbeds to expire and forget it all in one…
Rain slipping through the atmosphere with no interference.
Heart heavy in blackened clouds above them.
Nondescript illusions follow me at times through tunnels of yesterday, taunting me with images of frightening possibilities from past episodes of pain, abandonment, or humiliation.
Hoping whatever I leave behind in books will be appreciated by at least one person who loves me, and never forgets me once I’m gone from this life.
Easily walking, slowly down small town streets, reminding yourself of where you came from and going back to the roots of childhood.
Calmly entering realms of being, totally bent on using heartstrings, feeling emotional and never blinking an eye when showing them to anyone.Looking out for beautiful sensations of an open book, a person with no secrets writing poetry.
Changing times, backing up into memories, alive with thoughtful images of family and friends.
Calling to mind, visual appearances of picturesque visions, filled with talent and insipid inspiration on fields of beautiful artistry.
Thousands of miles away from reality,
in times of difficulty and adverse stresscaused by others who are incompetent.