I write with white ink on white paper
I speak with my lips firmly shut
I strum on my stringless guitar
I read from an unwritten book
I think without aim or direction
I dream without visions or words
I fail without ever really trying
I break before I'm ever even hurt
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Somewhere between love and hate. Somewhere between peace and violence. Between random and fate. Between anger and calm. Somewhere between the ocean and the land. Between safety and harm.
I stand, my face against the wind,. A sentinel of ages,. My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,. And trace words on the pages,. My soul a pen, the world a book,.
Life is as fragile as a dream. Are we living in the subconscious of our minds, our memories or our wishes. Is this the life that we live for. That we truly see as ours.
I'm staring blankly at the wall, Thinking of times I left, Like shadows on the floor. A face, a name, a life gone by. Still more of us each day, Are sure enough to die. Time is going by so fast.
Why do we need all these items and ideas to snare our souls. Why do we argue so much over things. Why do we always crave more. The perfect shoe defines me. The perfect dog to bark who I am.
Sometimes I wish I was born into an amazon tribe or I could be a Tibetan monk. I want a simple life cut off from the 21st century.
Midday moon, A stranger in your own home. The uninvited guest. Mammothly insignificant, Yet strangely unavoidable. Midday moon. Midday moon, Why are you not sleeping, Waiting for night to come.
He sat and marvelled at an Auburn sky,. as one day comes another dies,. The day is gone We'll never get it back,. As one man cheers another cries,. Yet He possesses everything we lack,.
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