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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| Colorless, my brain seems to tattoo images and symbols, expressions of beliefs. Yet somehow, I cannot stain you, but stare and dream of original expressions they would witness, that would move them. But how to move others, when I cannot move? Your purity like snow draws my eye, my ache fingers idle. You could be my canvas that does not invite the chalk etchings of my mind. I am better than clichés and yet not creative enough. Before I can write, I must walk. And when I walk I must go outdoors. But instead I look out this window and imagine, dream of myself in another world dawning. That is where this page needs to begin. Maybe, this life was wasted? I look into my heart and see if I can write this. I pick up my instrument, purge. Made public 2.21.22 without edit, still rough, lacking detail |
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