Like the great blues, my emotions cry rivers of beauty.
There is nothing and no one that can truly understand the intensity in my words.
Cries of outrage passionately backed by self worth and lack there of.
Fluent in the language of pain and gratitude; calling out to all those experiencing the same idea.
A sense of beautiful agony and intense growth.
The blues shed diamond tears and bleed rubies.
They are the only emotions seen as glamorous disasters.
Harsh voices scream, resounding wails of strength and sheer accomplishments.
God i wish i could write and think like the great minds of the blues.
I guess i haven’t lived through enough to be able to claim, even remotely, ownership to such a lavish fortune
Great investors showered with golden emotions of tough deeds completed
Gifted silver recognitions from truly open hearts.
Riches and Rags. Pain and Pleasure
That is the “Blues”
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