Then when done, people clapping and saying well done, not knowing the true pain within that the song has brought back for them to mourn anew.
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Equally apportioned throughout the rest of life.
Knowing there is nothing better than releasing all emotions and theirfeelings into the universe where they will do you no harm.Thinking on edges of it all, writing down explicit descriptions in poetry to warn others of their crippling effects if held fast to all of life.Existing to be miserable is not what we’re expected to…
Realizing hidden potential within, using intellect and wisdom to bring all of it to fruition.
Being held in reserve for me to share once I am able to.Capably being resurrected from within my soul, being carried to plains beyond sight, enjoying all sensations coming into me.It’s amazing to see these wonderful sights and knowing they are a part of my intellect and imagination.
Floating on clouds of reality,
go to and fro without hesitation or doubt.Rejoicing in the ease with which poetryeases itself into my mind of being.
Looking around a sterile waiting room for some sign of human touches.
No pictures hanging on the walls, no colorful hues painted anywhere – all is dark – nondescript.Yet, the doctor is intelligent, creative, wonderful, a joy in all respects and a gentleman besides.
Shadows of intellect fill my mind as I walk down pathways,
Touching senses gently, hoping to retrieve some semblanceof nature’s sanity and place it permanently in a picturesquelandscape.One to be kept indefinitely in neurons of my brain to be usedon a later date.