Soaring to new heights, I fall into lapses of memory, standing aside and listening to rhythms cross over and under me in mind-altering circumstances.
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Waiting in back rooms, hoping to see answers in upcoming scenes of life.
Wondering what is going on in their minds and innermost thoughts.Never asking, just surmising whatever I feel.
Insight into sadness is tactile, keen, hurtful, yet helps us get through our grief in time.
Never perfect, we wallow in tears at times, not wanting to go on living.Listening to our heartbeat’s rhythm, pumping away at life, as tears flow constantly with every reminder and memory brought to mind.
Balancing reality while traveling imagination’s byways
Lively conversations banter through afternoon silence,never disturbing life’s anticipation.Wherever subconscious atmospheres open their minds,literature finds it’s way out into a little poem ofunderstanding.
Falling inside out,
Skeptical as can be, knowing that lifeis ready to terminate my being.Gradually becoming a silence in theuniverse, too lonesome to care anymore.
Crossroads enter mind images now and then,
containing some enjoyment over the years.