desert with no where to turn.
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In the crowd of personalities, listening to Brett Michaels, is a lone Italian woman, totally into his music, not caring what anyone may think.
Incorporating feelings with senses, bringing everything together, there is a lone Italian woman enjoying a concert with intensity and bringing her own light into the center stage of life.A tear sitting in her blue eyes, awaiting her time to enter horizons beyond what she can fathom in the here and now.
Singing voices tuning themselves throughout an inner universe,
Always, going interiorly, arriving at gates of elation, neverworrying about depression, sadness, abandonment, because Iknow this inner joy of talented gifts will always be here forme to tap into.An infinite amount of thoughts will fill my mind continuallyuntil I die.
Let me look to highways of loneliness ahead,
Walking through tearful puddles of my own doing,feeling hurt and pain of remorse deeply within.Never allowing it the freedom to roam about,containing it forever in a memory buried beneaththis brain.Solemnly taken away in an ever-changing, wideningcircle of destiny.Feathering through images, alighting upon none ofthem to preserve my soul and mind from separatingthrough ever-eventful suicides.Holding hands…