I don’t have to walk on eggs when around her.
It’s an acceptance that I totally enjoy through friendship with her.
An appreciation growing through respect, enjoying her presence in my life.
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Alone in rigid portrayals of ionized logic, watching it all.
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Enjoying talented people, gathering closely together,
Inspiration abounding, climbing walls and blossominglike morning glories.Honeysuckle wine being poured through our minds andveins, awakening musical literature and art withwords of placid poetical texture and vibrant sound.So lovely, being met and enlivened without unduestress.A myriad of ideas and memories being made withextravagant thought and suicidal tendencies,delivering musical, artful poetry to those aroundthem at any…
Keeping treasures of meanings to myself,
that will take away from their sacredbeauty.Instead, placing them like a rosary intoa poem of placid effervescence, halohanging exclusively above them.Not letting any particle slip away.
Tapping to beats of ideallic notes as they float exuberantly over my mind, catching every idea as it places it’s formulas alongside whatever comes to pass.
Catering to emotional turmoil, bringing out every morsel and placing it on the table of bereavement, placating sorrowful thoughts.