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postcard from the wilderness

There was a feeling that found me in the midst of focus fading a shimmering within the sun rays caressing then worn-out skin something of acceptance similar to fulfillment resembling a happiness & transcending physicality companionship in the lack of it whole souls acknowledging sorrows, the ebb and flow of the highs and lows there was for a moment a stillness a lack of all movement that cradled the imagery of   static serenity before me and as they inevitably faded there was some comfort in knowing a part of me forever resides in the clasp of such experience A loneliness sought me out again drunken stupor with tongue of silk coerced me willfully along one very treacherous road tender hand willingly reached for one poor in spirit the shackles of melancholy breached- shattered- from the force of soft caress in spite of the distance that loomed there was closeness that bloomed under the silver moonlight audible in approving sighs coalescence of energy, vibrant colors spreading outward from a heart and mind once so sure that they'll only ever see grey time within a memory crystallized and a spark to the kindling within cold eyes new warmth circulating soon to create a fire to cleanse frostbitten exterior but the forces of nature will snuff out ambitious flame impartially and the feeling of fire fades away with the smoke, the memory already one with the weather & Now what finds me is the storm in the rain slouches the silhouette of a comfort so soon now forgotten the wind howls a name familiar it carries with it the scent of a nightmare sensation dances with the the sting of near frozen air I find a feeling not so foreign now dragging me farther out into the wilderness processing humbling surroundings i'm now left in solitary wonder where have I wandered? how will I weather impending storm? if I am long lost in unforgiving cold will it then be too late when warmth finds me once more?
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ej-aghassi
33 / M / American
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Written by
ej-aghassi
33 / M / American
Published
Mar 12, 2016
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an ode to insignificance

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