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New city.
New people.
New places.
New faces.
New adventure.
New me.
I knew new was what I needed.
But the stomach dropping
head spinning
anxiety ridden
fear of crying
mind jumbled
even though
I knew better
made me hesitant of new.

Newspapers and headlines,
all the new is mine
to write my own stories
trials
tribulations
fears
hopes
dreams.
Who knew new
would be so hard
and so easy
all at once?

The train flies
at a seemingly never endless speed,
as my mind races simultaneously
                 along the tracks,
           bobbing and weaving,
                       churning along
as I attempt to discover
which stop I will take,
which place I will make
the home of newfound self identity,
unraveled mysteries.
◇◇◇

You know me
like no other
Seeing into my soul,
understanding the meaning,

behind the curve of my words

~
I cannot hear your heart beat
but wonder
if it is synchronised
with mine,

I'm sure I can feel it

~
Our eyes connect
I fight it
in case I fall
into you,

or under your spell

~
I am fascinated
by the 'sparkle' in your gaze
it mirrors
the 'twinkle' in mine,

I cannot see it but know it's there

~
Our thoughts
reflect each others
Passionate dreams
that meet at midnight
but end all too soon,

like a hazy Summers eve

~
Gazing at shared stars
knowing we are connected
our path is guided,

by the moonlight

~
I can almost feel
your hand in mine
Can you feel the tingle
in your fingertips?
I savour
the warmth and sweet taste
of your lips,

in my imagination


◇◇
No fear no pain,
nobody around me to share,
just the vast emptiness drowning
in an emotionless space
within everyday life.

I have encountered joy,
I have encountered pain,
I have encountered the deepest fears within me
only to see life as what it is
living an everyday life.

Nobody will scold me for my thoughts,
as I am seen by nobody,
in this city crowded
by millions of solitary souls
attached to everyday life.
Try to live your life to the fullest every moment you're given by every day of your life, even if it means fighting your fears.
After summer rain  .  .  .
In coolness of rising mist,
Lone frog jumped in pond.
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