At last, we choose to get up and walk down plowed lanes, towards the top of the mountain, seeing icicles hanging from trees, dripping into memory’s mind.
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Waiting for a puff of wind – a gentle breeze.
What I want most in life right now is to get married and settle down.What a joy my life would be then.Always someone there to lean on – in those rare moments of wishing to be dependent.In that little breath of time when I can say – Honey, I love you.How I wish someone was…
Singing voices tuning themselves throughout an inner universe,
Always, going interiorly, arriving at gates of elation, neverworrying about depression, sadness, abandonment, because Iknow this inner joy of talented gifts will always be here forme to tap into.An infinite amount of thoughts will fill my mind continuallyuntil I die.
Happy just to BE again.
Watching the guys play pool and joke around.A pleasant environment in every aspect, one in which I seem to grow, because of the acceptance the guys give me.Taking me in, being friends while we’re still here on earth.
A young boy, restless, wanting to throw rocks and chase birds, grabs a rock with two hands and tosses it with all his might right underneath where the water is flowing from the fountain.
Standing up, running across the wall, he disappears to find another way to help him calm his restless feelings.
Strumming my mind guitar, feeling past recriminations stray from me, following their own agendas away from what I think.
Calmly listening to my own initiative, seeing visions acutely clear, and developing my soul beyond comprehension.That’s where wisdom lies and is now coming to light, brightly and focused, concentrating on photographic images, taking me on a journey alone.
Traipsing slowly through enlightenment, trying to find my way through the darkness of insensitive, unknowing people.
There’s no avenue open to me as I stroll through the gardens of eternity, not finding my way back home, and I fall upon the ending days of my lone existence.