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A zillion image of me rest in so many minds I dare not swim into them I have my own ocean to swim in That connects me to the sea bed of my heart The seat of my soul For now this is my only intention For now this is my only attention For now this is the purpose I breath into life ---------------- They watch you silently Then judge you loudly It’s laughable They have so much to say about you But nothing to say to you It’s delirious They have so much to say about you But no relationship with you It’s ironic They have so much to say about you outside the relationship but not in the relationship Its epiphanies They have so much to say about you But never held a conversation with you It’s bizarre ~ hold on! It’s their instincts? Ooh wait their six senses? They have a problem with you But don’t even hold your number It’s comical Wait! How did that possibly happen? Creating stories in their minds of you Confirming the stories into other minds Spreading their impressions among a few Then stories solidify into truth in the eyes of a few Now open to all as a matter of truth Now all is open to accept as face value Little do they know I’m flattered by all their attention Care little of all their perceptions Unimpressed by all their expressions of me Idle it all is to my essence Meanwhile, I'm glad to be a subject of entertainment To fill the empty spaces of boredom in their life I said it before but I’ll say it again What you speak of others in their absence Says more about the speaker than the subject Thank you for being here NwK
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 6:33 AM UTC
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A zillion image of me rest in so many minds I dare not swim into them I have my own ocean to swim in That connects me to the sea bed of my heart The seat of my soul For now this is my only intention For now this is my only attention For now this is the purpose I breath into life ---------------- They watch you silently Then judge you loudly It’s laughable They have so much to say about you But nothing to say to you It’s delirious They have so much to say about you But no relationship with you It’s ironic They have so much to say about you outside the relationship but not in the relationship Its epiphanies They have so much to say about you But never held a conversation with you It’s bizarre ~ hold on! It’s their instincts? Ooh wait their six senses? They have a problem with you But don’t even hold your number It’s comical Wait! How did that possibly happen? Creating stories in their minds of you Confirming the stories into other minds Spreading their impressions among a few Then stories solidify into truth in the eyes of a few Now open to all as a matter of truth Now all is open to accept as face value Little do they know I’m flattered by all their attention Care little of all their perceptions Unimpressed by all their expressions of me Idle it all is to my essence Meanwhile, I'm glad to be a subject of entertainment To fill the empty spaces of boredom in their life I said it before but I’ll say it again What you speak of others in their absence Says more about the speaker than the subject Thank you for being here NwK
ByNwK
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41/F/Oman
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 6:33 AM UTC
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