Spotting outcasts in various places, never expecting to see blindfolds spread across the room, hiding us from ourselves, for whatever reasons tonight.
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It might have been inside, but the world is mine,
continually surprised by its’ wonder and beauty.Traveling on to all parts of earth at the end ofmy pen is a sensational feeling – one that I couldnever have without inspiration, talent and giftsbestowed from God.
Watching from corners of remorse as futures get covered up with tons of other’s dirt.
No where else to go except in depths of my soul as it protects me from all manner of awful circumstances.
Sounding in silence,
holding onto a breath of life.Persistent calming anecdotescovering me entirely.
Watching the horizons for your presence,
never do show up.Lifting eyes heavenward, hoping to hear yourvoice, yet there’s nary a whisper in response.
Tempting fate with reality as it passes by unobtrusively
Looking to no one, yet being followed because of who it is.Beaming rays of fortune down darkened roads of life,never settling for anyone else’s opinions on anything.Freely spacing wherever life leads in any given moment,totally recalling every detail, while looking at the moviescreen.Photographically listening to every picture placedtriumphantly there beside imagination’s presence.