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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Silencing everything around me just to listen to music of my soul,
Achieving an alternative sensation from within, splitting me apart with exacting precision, taking part in all editions of life as I write them myself.Serious portrayals of people’s expressions and feelings as they wear them on their sleeves for everyone to see and explain openly to others.Being honest, always on edges of truth.
Clasping hearts, held in sorrow of life’s passing, creating changes in each, no longer being the same people.
In time, maybe, but how long it will take is anyone’s guess.Purposeful loneliness standing stead until we once again can communicate on a level of trust.
Likely aspects of life hang in the balance as each
Some parts are collected and put on display, whileothers are shame-facedly hidden away.There is no way of saying which will go where, forit is a moment’s decision, made without thinking.Reason plays so little a part in thoughtful processes,all happens in a spontaneous second.Life is actually lived moments at a time, if we stoppedto watch we…
Stomping musically down roads, leading to eternity, watching scenery as I pass on my own.
Never being a part of anyone’s adventure, closely following solo desert plains, reacting and feeling tranquilly inside it’s arid beauty.Casting about, trying to find meaning and relief from all sorts of grieving.Standing alone, once and for all, becoming no one again.