A silent proclivity for interior death, balancing on edges of fortitude while falling into circumferences of subconsciousness.
Benefiting no one else, it creates in me a sincere ability of purpose, straining to become myself in other realms beyond my destiny.
Crying quietly with aplomb, chasing tears down my face with unknown reasons.
Wanting only to retain the usefulness of talent until the end.
only to be swept aside and dealt with one day in thefuture.
to me in deepened moods of emotion.Slowly, climbing, mountain peaks of turmoil, calculatingtheir existence in my mind.Focusing totally on the steps it will take to surmountall the obstacles standing in my way.Sololy, walking steadily, keeping my mind on elaborating thoughts given to me on the way up.Shaking screens with words of powered sadness, givingthe essence…
All images blended together in atorrent of rain, filling me with quietand lasting remorse, while enjoying thepeace being alone brings me.
wanting only to carry on after loved ones dieand never have to face another day without them.
Plights of experience enter inner dimensions realizingpotential of talent hiding there – illuminating flames ofknowledge with wisdom openly poured forth.Walking the way of goodness and mercy, life touches us atlevels of subunconsciousness, unawakened, unaware as yet,of it’s significance in the lives of others.
