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Again life cycles to a clutter, ideas thought through don't anymore seem as though, even when expressed aloud and not within. Maybe they're right, my ignorance is only withholding wonders I struggle to actually see. Hypocritically, I find importance in self enrichment and observing from afar. and yet even from a distance you feel so close. Is this an evolution or is it just another mutation. Obscure out of any cultural norm, I resonate impairing those who hear my words. This constant metamorphosis has left me staring in the mirror for hours, searching for the presence of my subjected form. Yet, while I peer into the interworkings of my reflection to observe what I actually see... With all truth, it holds a boy, an awkwardly timid boy. Insecurely gazing back into the pupils of his reality. He's bellowing inside his submerged mind. Subconsciously Blurting: "Do not turn back, their are cyclones that await. And all that is required to overcome this task is to go forth without pondering times long gone... So here I am, engaulphed in tidal winds. I must break loose; grow, starting from below.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
Reflections of a Cyclone.
Again life cycles to a clutter, ideas thought through don't anymore seem as though, even when expressed aloud and not within. Maybe they're right, my ignorance is only withholding wonders I struggle to actually see. Hypocritically, I find importance in self enrichment and observing from afar. and yet even from a distance you feel so close. Is this an evolution or is it just another mutation. Obscure out of any cultural norm, I resonate impairing those who hear my words. This constant metamorphosis has left me staring in the mirror for hours, searching for the presence of my subjected form. Yet, while I peer into the interworkings of my reflection to observe what I actually see... With all truth, it holds a boy, an awkwardly timid boy. Insecurely gazing back into the pupils of his reality. He's bellowing inside his submerged mind. Subconsciously Blurting: "Do not turn back, their are cyclones that await. And all that is required to overcome this task is to go forth without pondering times long gone... So here I am, engaulphed in tidal winds. I must break loose; grow, starting from below.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
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