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Actions speak volumes, and we want nothing more than a person to express all our emotions upon. Feelings of feelings from touch and such wondrous awkward silence. Words become songs unheard but seen like a scene from a script painted upon a canvas clear from imperfections. Infectious like sickness or obsessive addictions that's left in darkness numb without words.
What's left in the quit? A riot within the mind sparks fired hardwired completed with a conscious design. Heart keep beating lungs keep breathing the soundful sound of breath lost within the wind, that can't be heard by the deaf or death ended suspended in time, absent from the tick and tock of the orbital clock seen only by day and night. No sound from the sun, moon, and stars, but there they are. Felt and seen by temperatures northern lights Aura Bora Elis smell the seasons change. Such an amazing world unchained, when the volumes down.
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I know both sides of the fence and both feel free, and both feel like prison an inhumane a trap to me. Unfree from the inner workings from the outside looking in. A game we must play but we will never win. What looks like peace a high like no other, injected into our veins past down from our mothers. An energy blowing your mind like a magicians smoke all fumes and haze. But life so quickly goes up in a blaze. Behind bars behind glasses drinking and smoking burning cells to ashes. Yellow rocks lush green buds crystalline capsules and juuls. Just for freedom to come from freedom this how life and death duels. So there is no prison and there is no freedom since Prison is freedom and freedom is prison on both sides of the fence.
In a week I have lusted for the one I was longing for, but there was no love. Just a dream nothing real.
Such weakness in my meakness but love can be found by obedience. Is just how I feel. Surely and purely paralyzed by imaginations seemed confirmations. But it’s only a peel. A mask it is a mask so appealing revealing itself to be something it aint. Like paint to conceal. Conceal the blemish to lie and diminish corruptions premise. that none can reveal. Locks on the heart a cave in the mind confusion and delusional. Life’s fake news reel. O the vexation of my paltry demise, for I do not see the light of eternity.
How shall I love one so fickle, eye for an eye tooth for a tooth, or may I turn the other cheek with the captivity of my mind, I am no longer confused as to whom I shall serve. As they all surround me with a plethora of unconditional love. Unrequited love
I don't want to feel. I want a love that's real so many ways to be alone no texting no phone it only takes one sun to shine So one light is fine. Capable of loving more like a family of four. |
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