Nothing

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These silences are laden with meanings

These silences are not

Silent within me.

Words fail me as I become

A being who feels too much

In moments that mean

Nothing at all.

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~insight07

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Cracks

The stone cold thumping
Cracks between my fingers widen
I cannot reclaim the wind that has left me
It is different, I am different
An orange is yellow and green
A flower is pink and lilac
A cloud is white, then blue
I am a colour I have no clue.
Every day is a life my skin lives
The mind is an organ, it is a conscious
That is lost somewhere.
Time is a trick deluding
The dance of planets- a rhythm mirage.
Sun seeps through every pore of the dark
Cracks between my fingers widen
A light is white and yellow
And so am I.
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~insight07
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Fine

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Sometimes I feel

The very blood in my body is drying

But other times I feel fine

So fine that I think

And think about all the people in my life.

An odd collection of different facets

Marbled pieces with shiny surfaces.

An arm and inch between me and the world

Faces hover over my neck

Breaths of expectation on my heated skin.

We are going through the myriad of actions

Butterflies on my trembling fingers-

I kiss these pink beings with all my love

Even though sometimes I feel

The very love in me is drying.

But other times I feel fine.

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~insight07

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Trace

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This thought is so beautiful

And terrifying at the same time-

You will disappear someday

And everything will go on

Life will move on

With

Or without you

You will exist in minds

But that too will fade away

Sometime.

Then, there will be no trace of you

To hold on.

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~insight07

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