Wondering what is going on in their minds and innermost thoughts.
Never asking, just surmising whatever I feel.
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Falling along sides of inferior styles of prose,
Serving everything quietly in a space of silentmisgivings.Pertinent info is sent straight towards the echoingcalls of yesterday.Leaving behind elements never fitting in exactlywith what I’m thinking.Toting all remarks with sincerity.
In an office full of faces you can get a nervous appetite or suddenly pretend you know what you are doing.
What a funny place to be at rest with such a humor – as in the Doctor’s office we all sit and wait for our turn to come next.
Delving deeply into a contemplative state of mind, discovering immense differences in it’s existence, making them definitely beautiful in retroactive resonance.
Forming, shaping, taking time to enhance meanings of life and it’s suffering, never really finding any proof that it is needed to exist.Truly wanting to find out differently, things about which I don’t know, but am very curious and continue to investigate on my own.Intellect coaching, assimilating what I’ve learned, causing scopes of interactive knowledge…
Sadness penetrating barriers of inner peace, confusing, crushing
Satisfying no needs or purpose, turning everything into self-sacrificing piety.Inner piercing, cutting quickly, deftly to the core of being.All attempts at normalcy are in vain, as memories claim theimmediate images blacking out the future.Total abandonment fills the already empty place inside, whilerejection rains continually, solidly, through time.Wishing to see out the windows of life, can…
Playing incessantly in blocks of time, building my own little world of fiery imagination as I hide from a world of people who do nothing but hurt and maim to the very core of my being.
Remaining a mystery to everyone, I write myself out so one day when I’m finally gone they’ll get to know who I was.When it’s too late to personally talk with me, finding I would’ve made the very best of friends.
Wishing never accomplishes anything, just gives you an empty feeling when they are not fulfilled to your expectations.
Deeper, edges are more defined and sparkle exactingly into beautiful artful prose.