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When I shook your hand I found a flash of images flowing past my eyes,
It was for but a second and yet it was so vivid I don't think I could forget.
The moon looked over me from where I sat on the cliff, overlooking the vast sea.
Lightening hit the waves just as they hit the rocks below.
The sound of the crashing ocean mixed with the thunder, filling my ears.
The feeling of emotional turmoil filled me,
The surrealism that comes from staying up for far too long,
The buzz and blur that comes with being drunk.
Even when I closed my eyes and covered my ears it was still there.
The smell of the sea, the flashes lighting my eyes behind my eyelids, the booming thunder almost louder with my hands covering my ears.
Inescapable, overwhelming.
- yet you're also the moon over looking a lake.
I'm still alone as I sit on the pier,
Yet this time trees surrounded the scene, offering a sense of protection.
The water here is still.
A quiet, welcomed comfort.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
