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From out of nowhere comes the sound of silence, filling the air with it’s solitude.
There’s no untoward faithfulness pacing down corridors to prey upon timid souls.Only the sound of silence enters as a ghost and disappears with the setting of the noon day sun.
Carefree, leisurely playing guitar from a seating position.
Lovely visions of melodic poetry strutting around, finding places among notes and rhythms being played and exercised.Fingering emotions as pictures form exclusively in mind-packed images.
Introducing new colors into a rainbow
reflecting thoughts as they are written in prose,coded throughout and sent straight to hearts,waiting for novel ideas.
Interesting individual memories are focused onto yesterday’s screens.
Laughter dies, sits upon a spine of nerveless messages, awaiting universal connections.
Exacting figures of time are elusive,
trying to keep out of the spotlight.On sides of rhythm, going faster thanany race horse traveling down thestraight away.Falsely proving an amount of steadypacing, then going off on a tangent.Provoking an amount of energetic spasms,as they fall away.
Tracing tears down the window panes of my mind, knowing that there’s nothing to assuage or wipe them away.
Looking out tear-stained windows, no reprieve in sight, all visions breaking through have no reasoning of why I’m hurting.