Keeping her in a tightened personality of emotional content, afraid to let go.
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Thinking of younger days when everything was new, looking forward to doing anything I could.
Having many new adventures, learning whatever I wanted with no limitations or boundaries standing in my way.Looking back upon the stretch of life now passed, I smile within, knowing my life has been well-spent without regrets.
Chasing colors around the room, watching people trying to have fun and develop friendships over drinks and food.
All in all a pleasant evening at the Wagon Yard.
Selecting emotions to be turned
Creeping along the sidelines of tantamount existence,giving an expression of inner turmoil to be spreadabout and layered into ample landscapes of tomorrow.Finding an innate energy is eclipsing inner desires,bringing them around, tying them to interior beatsof life’s essence, choosing to be alone with everynuance in upbeat tones of unrelenting voices,never being silenced this side of…
Longing for days of yore, wishing it were yesterday again so I could speak to my relatives like I used to when they were alive.
Inflections in my mind mirror grief’s effect on me without, as I listen with my heart.
Energizing rhythms take me on a journey with every
Stressing early figures of musical talent, steppingback, moving forward, circularly emptying self ofdaily routines.Finally settling back, relaxing in a noncommittalenvironment for life’s remainder on earth.
Wondering what I’m doing in this cold and lonely life, curiously filling up space and time.
Spiraling into a downward spin of death, allowing self to be dejected, because of abandonment of other people.Not realizing in depths of sorrow, that there are alternatives to living.