atmospheres.
Solidly taking whatever is sent to my mind, encasing it all
in memories to be savored on future days and placed in
poetical visions.
Decorated entirely with blossoms of thoughts and given tender,
gentle whispers of care throughout their lives.
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Shadows lurk around every corner, waiting for memories to come to light.
Knowing truth of your existence deep in my heart, touching it gently with every thought, trying to hold on, yet letting death grow stronger by it’s own insistence.Reaching into hidden corners, searching for your presence, wanting to hear from you.Silent shadows penetrate my mind leaving me behind, hoping soon, we will be together again.
Slumber catching on my mind, putting me into a dream-like stance, adding many answers to the questions puzzling me during the day when wide awake.
Curling up with faith and being held so closely by a Father who will never give up on me.
Signals sent from interior realms, fixating on striata of electric brain waves, picturing intense shades of emotion.
Plotting design’s characteristics of interior moments, showing animated waves of oceanic views.Taking pictures mentally with photographic regularity, leaving nothing unnoticed, taking it all into pockets of reality at a second’s notice – for becoming truthful honesty, situated in attitudes particularly reminiscent of elderly courage.
Wooden lights shining at the back of my mind, reflecting screens of untoward emotions reeling themselves in, away from my heart – protecting me interiorly with practised rhetorical exercises.
Being able to see all it’s aspects clearly without having to feel any particle of it.Stacking images high into the atmosphere, keeping them out of reach, a safety net devised when just a child of one.
Waving gently across the air, blowing visions of yesterday into tomorrow’s plan.
Light years fluctuating on tides of reprieve, sending foamy messages to outer edges of subconsciousness.Relieving pressures of yesterday, continuing life in freedom’s interior solace.
Grasping air, gasping within for formulas of cognitive development.
of words and meanings.All focus demonstrated on skies of conscious availability, turning out points of reality on assorted themes, collecting themselves on rivers and rapids.Shaking up literature with their rhythmic poetical voices, causing thinking to occur with a responsive mode,transferring life to pages filled with blank lines awaitingwriting.