Looking back
is a turning point
to remembering,
almost glancing
past the light that already passed.
An internal discourse
that had it measures
harmoniusly in concert
of leads and follows.
These days require inspiration
for revelation to follow elation.
An adaptation solely for the
consciousness.
When you criticize
the recesses of your mind,
you come to realize
the limitations
that remind your fears.
Simple acceptance,
suppression
or worse a change
in direction
isnt the resolve
but rather continue.
Let hope adhere.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:41 AM UTC
Looking back
is a turning point
to remembering,
almost glancing
past the light that already passed.
An internal discourse
that had it measures
harmoniusly in concert
of leads and follows.
These days require inspiration
for revelation to follow elation.
An adaptation solely for the
consciousness.
When you criticize
the recesses of your mind,
you come to realize
the limitations
that remind your fears.
Simple acceptance,
suppression
or worse a change
in direction
isnt the resolve
but rather continue.
Let hope adhere.
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