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Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
The capture of a second
To imprison the very essence of life
The moments that make us who we are
Beautiful time spaces
Spent living and loving and laughing
Running and jumping and kissing
Time spent with friends
Time spent with family
Time spent
alone.

And looking at a photo
makes one wonder
About the time spent outside the frames
And who that was
And what they were like
And who they loved
And who loved them.

But those are just fleeting thoughts
And they are lost forever in the moments
Without a picture to keep them.
Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
Thoughts flowing
Words and phrases
Incomplete
Floating around
like butterflies.
Ideas coming
and
going.
Insanity
or genius?
A mind without
restrictions,
free to roam.
Sometimes gone
for days.
Going places
Where others have not.
Discovering
Feeling
Wondering
Multi-coloured lights
suspended mid-air.
All within
a small space.
Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
A warm smile
A familiar face
An old friend.
Love
Flying, floating
Wandering
Love, a beautiful symphony
Of two old friends.
Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
In the face of a thousand suns
In darkness
My heart breaks.
I move by instinct
In the face of a thousand suns
In darkness.
And my heart breaks
For you
For me
And for love
Lost between us.
Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
In different
Circumstances
I could have called you
My Own.
Sadly,
Circumstances
Prevent us
From being
Together.
And he,
As my friend,
Must come before
Me.
I willingly betray
My own happiness
For yours, and for his,
Because of
Circumstance.
Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
There are many ways
To describe
Myself
A lost soul
Distant eyes
A cold stare
And yet
I am many
Other things,
Much happier.
Bright eyes
A warm smile,
A conversation,
A loving embrace.
And yet
All these ways
To describe
Myself
Are only words.
Connor Sullivan Oct 2012
What is it
That I so
Longingly
Seek? Is it
Love, despite
The love that is
Shown, by friends,
Family, and even strangers?
Is it solace?
Solace from hate,
From lust, greed,
From want?
Is it beauty?
Do I seek respite
From the hideous monster
That can be reality?
Or is it simply
Meaning?
Meaning in this world.
A purpose. So simple
A desire, yet so complex,
So intricate, and so taxing
Is the search
for Meaning.
What is it that I long for?
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