Next, to a recumbent bike to work out kinks in long-legged strides.
Stepping steadily up and down, keeping track of steps – off to the water fountain for a drink.
Exercising legs and thighs and stomach in a row – hoping to find an image in the mirror that I can like.
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Combining interpretations and exacting cohesive volumes from all of them.Significant memories blending with sounds as they are ushered into the atmosphere to be seen and heard together.Staunchly preferring to keep wrapped up in cloaks of secretive desires, singly expecting to find animosity traipsing after every score.Yet, finding only beautiful dreams of sleepless nights, beginning to…
Following musical tones down lanes of memories, involving myself in their images once again, just to feel where I’ve been going and to guide me where I need to go in the future.
Tasting the freedom of being alone on tables of featured pantomines, treating ideas to a plethora of anti-aging thoughts.
Sitting amidst nature in all it’s green and brown splendor.
Contemplating an existence through revelries of tangible tones, vibrating incessantly through musical expressions.Fulfilling beautiful landscapes with vibrant enthusiasm, giving off feelings of unexpressed thoughts from a heart torn with friendships pretended – thrown aside for reasons of the other person.
Repertoires of grandparents sit peacefully in minds of children, feeling the love storytelling brings to their
Fantasizing, daydreaming, images come into developingminds with expressions, tones of voice and love.Grandparents are blessings in the lives of their grandchildren, passing on traditions to keep theirembers aglow through the years, hereditarily.
Landscapes covering interior plains,
Giving a reprieve from the sadnessthat incessantly envelopes me every day.Silent passions held in check, focusingall of subconsciousness into a funnel,filtering it into ideas, formingthemselves in compartments of poetry.
Sitting in a serious space of time, dealing with an emptiness not of my doing.
Splitting apart from life, I sidle closer to death’s embrace, looking forward to it’s peaceful sleep, deepened by the moment I close my eyes.Finding myself no longer, I totally give in to death’s mystery at long last.