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In one's lifetime, comes a moment or two, when a sunny day's sky of powder-blue turns to an utterly gloomy black night not at all a beautiful twilight :::just a dark firmament...no homing birds in sight When in a flurry, it comes naturally, to want to sit...on the ground, on the floor...just somewhere down with both palms cupping jaws resting on knees are angled elbows discontent and stagnation nag one's  imagination heartbeats ............are drumbeats glances are fleeting unfocused:::::escaping such are vain attempts, to dismiss avoided thoughts and scenes:::to release ::::and decide...all must eventually cease yet.........it's never easy to find peace can't just forget sounds of voices...and sweet laughter jokes and conversations that came, before and after... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: they are tattooed in the mind ::::::::: they are :::::::::: ::: i n d e l i b l e :::::::::: :::: e s p e c i a l l y :::: :::on:::moments:::when::: :::we struggle the most::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::only:::to:::realize:::::: ::::::::::::::::::[[[]]]:::::::::::::::: ::::::::[[ memories ]]:::::::::: ::::are:::a::::[[metal cage]] ::::::::::::: and we ::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::: are ::::::::::::::::: :::::::[[captured birds]]::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: it usually takes long::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::to be freed::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::;;;; ::::::from being::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::held::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::[[ c a p t i v e ]]::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (November 2015) Sally Copyright January 13, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
[[CAPTIVITY]]
In one's lifetime, comes a moment or two, when a sunny day's sky of powder-blue turns to an utterly gloomy black night not at all a beautiful twilight :::just a dark firmament...no homing birds in sight When in a flurry, it comes naturally, to want to sit...on the ground, on the floor...just somewhere down with both palms cupping jaws resting on knees are angled elbows discontent and stagnation nag one's  imagination heartbeats ............are drumbeats glances are fleeting unfocused:::::escaping such are vain attempts, to dismiss avoided thoughts and scenes:::to release ::::and decide...all must eventually cease yet.........it's never easy to find peace can't just forget sounds of voices...and sweet laughter jokes and conversations that came, before and after... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: they are tattooed in the mind ::::::::: they are :::::::::: ::: i n d e l i b l e :::::::::: :::: e s p e c i a l l y :::: :::on:::moments:::when::: :::we struggle the most::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::only:::to:::realize:::::: ::::::::::::::::::[[[]]]:::::::::::::::: ::::::::[[ memories ]]:::::::::: ::::are:::a::::[[metal cage]] ::::::::::::: and we ::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::: are ::::::::::::::::: :::::::[[captured birds]]::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: it usually takes long::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::to be freed::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::;;;; ::::::from being::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::held::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::[[ c a p t i v e ]]::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (November 2015) Sally Copyright January 13, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
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