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Consumed . . .
Today is a new day to create and my thoughts still play with my heart.Yesterday was the day that I tried to say yes to the future, to the future that I ‘ve built the day before yesterday and the years pass by . . .
unraveled thoughts , imprisoned feelings, dreams that desperately grasp the moment and breath in the essence of my soul like carnivorous birds my own fantasy creations eat me up from inside and I open the window, gasping for air while the clouds rejoice in motion and the breeze caresses my skin but I still search in vain and feel how my burning skin screams
. . . and I keep searching inside the empty horizon for that something that will bring me back, but my dreams have stopped speaking to me and I hide inside my deafening silence their hope. I want to come back to life but I don’t know how, I need to come back to the cornerstone of my existence and I think and think; over and over again
I don’t even pay attention to the brave struggle of the flickering candle light with the wind and the curtains keep dancing while the flame slowly dies out . . .I am left alone I can’t listen to myself anymore and I am left alone with my words . . .
Just instructions . . . that is what my words have become . . . instructions . . .
Once upon a time a climbed to the top of a tree, tried to reach the sky, I think that I did touch the sky but I don’t remember how . . .
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2009-01-27 at 14:18
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