The sound of silence deafens the soul yet soothes the spirit. Light rays beckoning to feel their warmth in the cool of the early afternoon while mangled and un-manipulated thoughts wander aimlessly deep within the chasm of the uncorrupt chaos, restrained, bound and shackled on the inevitable fringe between reality and unavoidable idealism. Questioning yet lacking the expectation of answers. Searching but never seeing and breathing while never feeling alive. The present quickly becomes the future and the past hangs on as fading memories which slowly morph into the absentminded abyss of nonexistence. What IS will develop into what WILL BE while what IS surrenders to what WAS as the oscillating rotation endlessly finds itself at a point of no return, no turning back. The hands of time transform into Nike clad feet as forward momentum thrusts it into dimensions of the expected yet unanticipated unknown. And life goes on.
[some of my poetry locked away in my mind]
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