The day is long as it is wide, But if you measure it with your finger, It’ll only be ‘this’ long. Not quite long enough, But enough to point to that which you desire. I want that. And that, And that, But not that. And so, I sit in quiet contemplation Of a life yet…
I Wish… I wish I were a pretty angel Dancing on a leaf, Then jump into the sky Against all disbelief. I wish I could espy the crowd All huddled at my door From my angelic vantage point, So they could not hear me roar, As I swooped down beyond the fence, And ate…
Words due to their limited range of expression often create large colourful swirls in a steady sea, that when seen from high above look enticing and beautiful, but detract from the calmness, and the depth of the waters they swim within. The secret of the sea hidden in plain sight, its nature obscured and…
We never talk about me. No, we never talk about me. We talk about how what I feel affects YOU, But we never talk about me, No, we never talk about me. Sometimes I feel, Like I’m about to implode, Sucked in by the Anti-gravitational pull Of knowledge unspoken. Of a need to share…
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