punctuation go to hell
i don’t need you
like ee cummings
i love the flow of life
i don’t need separation or forced transition
i go on like a flowing river
that takes me down its windy path
my illness is a paradox
it brings you through a whirlwind of love and hate
it takes you down paths you’d never discover
isolated
yet connected to everything
i listen to the songs that fit my transient mood
i am a flashing flicker in the sky
i am a feather in the wind
i move with the moon with the tides with the effervescent waves at night
i dig my feet under warm white sand
as i sit on a beach of solitude gazing at the milky way
utter silence
it calms this mind that tortures and pulsates with a bruised and aching heart
and yet
i’m afraid the words will disappear from the page
will fade from black to grey to utter nothingness
i am an artist
i am brilliant beautiful strange
seductive and alluring
sweet and juicy like the pomegranate that transforms
your carefree summer into a winter of pensiveness
i feel what you dont feel
i know what you dont know
i sense the secrets in the sky
and interpret their labyrinth of significance and prophecy
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