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Jul 2018 · 74
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Bianchi Jul 2018
An air filled with smoke
Red snow beneath my feet
New life awaiting the end of winter
A spring coming with hopes for peace
Jul 2018 · 71
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Bianchi Jul 2018
How can one's eyes show what the heart is filled with when nothing fills the heart?
How can one's mouth tell what the heart dares not?
How can one's feet move forward when his actions hinder every step?
Sorrow
Emptiness
Disregard
How can oneself feel certainty when uncertainty' been the rule?
How can oneself show what he feels when the excruciating guilt crushes his soul?
How can oneself remain steady when the fire set ablaze sears through his every bone?
Confusion
Fear
Dread
How can one tell the difference when everything feels the same?
How can one be assured when everyone tells him otherwise?
How can one rise his head when his eyes fasten upon the ground beneath him?
Despair
Anxiety
Elusion
How can one expect sweetness when the bitterest of poison's been served?
How can one feel down when everything reminds him otherwise?
How can one feel bliss when his every thought points to the other direction?
Expectations
Dismay
Reality
How can one help but not feel guilty when his actions dismantle a paved way?
How can one know the way when the eyes are shut?
How can one help himself when weakness overcomes?
Disappointment
Embarrassment
Guilt
How can one know what's right when there is no evidence?
How can one know what's wrong when righteousness is imposed upon him?
How can one draw his future when the pen's been already used?
The raven in the streets
The snake in the woods
The hyena in the fields
A mouth full of feelings which cannot be felt
A hand full of decisions which cannot be made
A mind full of awareness which cannot be changed
Love, hate
Order, chaos
Past, future
Honor
Strength
Restraint
How can I not write when nature compels me to?

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