The almighty and final nothingness The quietus of our soul
I don’t write very often… only when I feel compelled to. This was something overwhelming that I just had to write… it came from deep in my gut and heart. I think about death a lot… it’s always been something that lingers in the back of my mind… coming to the foreground often. Always unanswered questions…. questions that only I can answer with my own faith and soul truth. It’s not been edited (only my own revisions).
Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.
A Confounded Letter of the perhaps.
Pleasantly smiling just thinking of you, / Wondering often, do you think of me too?
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what of these dreams people have? / These fading visions in the twilight of sleep and conscience, / Are there truths to these dreams? / or …
All these pictures / I draw with conviction. / They mean everything to me. / A summary of the crowding thoughts that steal my sleep. Yet …
This is how I feel in the morning.
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