Questions that rattle
Dare I allow the words of my mind overflow to the parchment before me? Do I allow the words of my mind to echo so other can hear just how strange I am?
Oh how the statements and lines of nonsense become something of meaning. Yet to who? And as I sit here letting thoughts trip over one another I see just how odd I am.
I then inquire if thereare others who just have sentences upon sentences that straddle a voice and a pen. I want to ask all and yet only whispers come from my lips.
By far not a reasonable line is understood but there is hope. Another kindred who gets me. Only a hope they exist.
A slowing of the breaking and the full throttle of a stream coming throughout me. As borderline sanity lingers the rolling of more questions unfold. And as I draw circles around the brainstorming do I ever see the big picture? The loud bubble of meaning?
I sigh as I realize I gave the allowances for others to hear me. Apparently the need to ramble was great before the final good night could thunder throughout soul, mind, spirit and drown inside the heart.
Simmering only to the roar of a rapid heart beat. Time to close off the light patterns and settle into an even toned breathing . Finding a momentary calm.
Then saying the words that echoed throughout, not stopping until I finally let them loose.
Am I lovable? Is it possible to be wanted by someone or am I too much of a hopeful romantic?
Ah. The long exhale followed by a yawn. Questions can intimidate you, even scare you. Yet just letting them out can give you strength and courage to search for the truth.
And that is where I am . Searching and hoping.
Oh how the statements and lines of nonsense become something of meaning. Yet to who? And as I sit here letting thoughts trip over one another I see just how odd I am.
I then inquire if thereare others who just have sentences upon sentences that straddle a voice and a pen. I want to ask all and yet only whispers come from my lips.
By far not a reasonable line is understood but there is hope. Another kindred who gets me. Only a hope they exist.
A slowing of the breaking and the full throttle of a stream coming throughout me. As borderline sanity lingers the rolling of more questions unfold. And as I draw circles around the brainstorming do I ever see the big picture? The loud bubble of meaning?
I sigh as I realize I gave the allowances for others to hear me. Apparently the need to ramble was great before the final good night could thunder throughout soul, mind, spirit and drown inside the heart.
Simmering only to the roar of a rapid heart beat. Time to close off the light patterns and settle into an even toned breathing . Finding a momentary calm.
Then saying the words that echoed throughout, not stopping until I finally let them loose.
Am I lovable? Is it possible to be wanted by someone or am I too much of a hopeful romantic?
Ah. The long exhale followed by a yawn. Questions can intimidate you, even scare you. Yet just letting them out can give you strength and courage to search for the truth.
And that is where I am . Searching and hoping.
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