anything of meaning.
Deriving total loneliness of a soul with no love sent along.
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Walking away down pathways of heaven’s hidden gardens, taking pictures with my imagination, holding them closely so they’ll never be lost or forgotten.
Absorbing every facet and color, hiding them away until I write them out in a poem.
Quietly counting silent meanings as they wanted to be heard above the din of the noisy crowds.
Skipping along broken paths, being careful not to get cut by the shards left lying on the carpet.
Pounding regular rhythms on synapses of my brain, selecting choices of meanings hidden beneath prose in disguises of reality.
Putting energetic voices to words in sentences, playing into hands of fateful decisions of future moments towards death on earth.
Sunshades of maturity sliding
Fabricating hymns of happiness on joyless daysat home alone in a fog.Focusing primarily on memories of yesterday’sfrequencies, not able to handle too much at anyone time, or tears will steal out from undersunshades of maturity.