leisurely finding the way into edges of
behavior, fitting for someone who loves
beyond the horizon.
Standing alone, watching as the sun sets
for the final picture of my life.
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Following romantic ideas is an idealic thought.
There’s always a catch somewhere along the line.Exceptions – there aren’t really any known by anyone.Silent opinions don’t count, because they’re never voiced or told out in a spectacular moment of uneventful decisions.Covert ideation falls open and reveals the opposition of everyone wrangled and born to never love another in this world.
Shining reminders, creating patterns to collect thoughts in,
write out and leave behind as I enter another horizon on my own.Looking forward to moving on, sorry to leave family behind, butit’s better this way.Leave them wanting more of me, like the actors always say.
Sublimely thinking while looking around, finding reflections to write about as I hold a pen in my hand.
Withering shyly in depths of penetrating silence, I go inside myself.
Riding down the mountains in a tour bus, on our way home,
to drive real slow behind it.Going through mountains, rising high into the atmosphereon either side of us.I sense their closeness and stop writing for a moment.Feeling the mountains holding me closely, hugging me inmy mind.An awesome feeling of being loved and respected by mothernature herself.
Happily jouncing through quiet-filled morning hours, playing happily in corridors of memories, tempted by none and cloaked in sorrow.
Flowering incessantly like small fireworks, words pop in my mind, gathering thoughts to images, creating poetry through acres of my soul.Vast expanses in an inner universe all my own.