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Feb 2018
Meditate.
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Relax.
.....

How easy is it to meditate?
How can it be that easy to calm down all the atoms in your body?
How is it so easy for you to not want to touch every molecule that moves differently than all the others?

To calm down Avogadro's Number,
to the steadiness of your breathing, and the low bass of your heartbeat.
.....

Taking in the sound of crickets chirping,
even though you comprehend on a whole new level of understanding that you absolutely hate that sound.
.....

Instead of erasing, you cross things out because you now all too well how much of a perfectionist you are with a completely blank canvas.
.....

You don't like the way your hand shakes with anticipation when you feel that spark of inspiration to write.

You're just so eager to tell everything that doesn't make sense in an antique notebook.
Just until you get to the bottom of the page.

Hesitant to turn the page because you don't quite know if you want to keep writing your nonsense pieces of art.

You don't quite know if your inspirations of originality disappeared for vacation,
Or if it's attempting to find a new ****** expression to wow it's crowd.

But you're only trying to fill in spaces,
Not with just words that oddly mean something to you,
But to get your point across.
Chamilla Colton
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Chamilla Colton  17/F
(17/F)   
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