Lying here in a wakeful dream, mind thinking of many options open to me, wondering how life is going to feel in the future of my destiny.
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Going deeper into inner space, finding emotions waiting
Taking steps forward, letting me feel their stubbornintensity, asking me to relieve them in poetical wordsand verses.Lonely as a saguaro in the middle of the desert, wantingit’s sorrow to be expressed unequivocally in words, showingit’s bereaved heart and soul.Transporting every fiber of life into particles to be shownon paper.
Squares of intellect, many sizes and shapes, harping on corners of themselves, awaiting wisdom’s decisions for areas of their spanning diameters.
Lanes spreading out into country roads, traipsing down dirt-filled ditches, wandering altogether aimlessly without any care or worries about what they’ll find at the ends of their journeys.Escaping jungles of entanglement, crossing fjords with tidal waves acting like a tsunami, covering everything in it’s path.Sending signs of weather-beaten eras out onto island’s sand bars, gathering…
Somewhere in this place of silk and golden lace, stands a white knight with a pale, but composed face.
One cheery smile and his frown turned upside down – one look and he went wild.So often does she walk, stop and help to end a dreary or a teary countenance.Taken for granted and giving with joy – this helpful, this wonderful, this proud and coy lady – the Nurse.
Strengthening ties of bliss along with aging habits, doing whatever feels good inside.
Liking many avenues of passion, unfolding one after another, bringing each to a close encounter of further dimensions.