Deep inside me, I am at loss. I can’t find it. I can’t lose it For I am the tree the roots the commotion.
I look at words and I find emptiness
I try search but to no avail for I am singular. I am unique. I am broken forever since the changes of the wind Happened
I found myself living in an island waiting hoping sinking dreaming wanting
they say that a Pisces has vivid imagination and boy is that true for sometimes I feel that I just simply enter and I am there
Into all my wishes and all my sanctuary the good and the bad
I make it looks so easy I take away the hardness I spend separate from my reality. I want to write it in books but I am paralysed with what I don’t know today I realised I am singular. I don’t feel felt.
But then I remember that no one can downgrade me and then I remember that I have no responsibility in other peoples actions except my own and then I remember that I am like the flickering electricity light wanting to come on resisting To come off. Only I can degrade myself it’s funny. I commented that I talk too much and the answer was yes in invisible ink. I am desperate.
But being desperate, isnt the bottom of the pit- allowing it to consume you is and I have done that. I have listened to the endless arm of the other. I have kicked myself Trying to warn myself.
But I have Decided if I’m going to be alone i might as well be alone By myself i’m going to be alone. I might as well creation Energy from For. I am the woman in the seas and I am the woman on the mountain and I am the woman with rocks and I am the woman that can swim but yes doesn't! and I am the woman that can grow I am the woman that creates but can she see? I am here.
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