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Today a dense fog drifted over my mind and behind my pupils, my breath swam through it as I passed blindly over the moist cracks in the sidewalk. And no matter how hard I focused, my lungs still felt heavy and my heart still raced, and my legs couldn’t keep themselves from stumbling on the thoughts that flickered uncontrollably through my mind. Today, I threw my hands at the gates of never-never land desperate to escape, even if I cannot see the other side, even if these gates are made of nothing but my own fear. I want to scream, ”I AM AN EMOTIONAL MAN,” but there would be no one to hear me but the squirrel, confusing the utility pole for a tree as I pass by. Today, snippets of joy and confusion and longing slip in front of my retinas like water particles suspended in air. I can feel the emptiness burn like a fire within my core, the void that I confuse for hunger. Today, my eyes see nothing but the tenderness that lays softly upon my heart, the longing for inner-peace that laces my every breath, and the yes, maybe, someday, love, that echoes in my every footstep.
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
December 2, 2012
Today a dense fog drifted over my mind and behind my pupils, my breath swam through it as I passed blindly over the moist cracks in the sidewalk. And no matter how hard I focused, my lungs still felt heavy and my heart still raced, and my legs couldn’t keep themselves from stumbling on the thoughts that flickered uncontrollably through my mind. Today, I threw my hands at the gates of never-never land desperate to escape, even if I cannot see the other side, even if these gates are made of nothing but my own fear. I want to scream, ”I AM AN EMOTIONAL MAN,” but there would be no one to hear me but the squirrel, confusing the utility pole for a tree as I pass by. Today, snippets of joy and confusion and longing slip in front of my retinas like water particles suspended in air. I can feel the emptiness burn like a fire within my core, the void that I confuse for hunger. Today, my eyes see nothing but the tenderness that lays softly upon my heart, the longing for inner-peace that laces my every breath, and the yes, maybe, someday, love, that echoes in my every footstep.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve written a poem, turns out this one was rather apropos.
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
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