It is so luminous in this room of many memories yet I sit here alone, sadness cascading the vast plains that is my brain, my thoughts taken over by restless and rushing as if I were the ocean but instead of calmness I am thrashing... .
If only the light still beamed through my window drapes, if only I could walk out of my dim home and step into the warmth that is the sun, if only I could listen to the wind that whispers to me to let my weary thoughts and unaccountable aberrations go, so I may sway in synchronization with the green lush grass below me, if only I could hear the birds chirping there outlandish song, if only I could take a deep breath of self awareness and let the scent of spring abroad pollute my nostrils letting the nostalgia of the ratted old summers come to play and maybe if only It could be that way at this time and this moment I would be clear for I would see but never the less my head still and will remain LUMINOUS like my dimly lit room and sanity.
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Poetry For The Amorphous
PoetryJust simple words to explain such larger aspects and variations of the feelings we need to relate too. I'm using this platform to represent hard times but beautiful times as well. I write when I have a overwhelming feeling that needs to be expressed...