in search

scrambling thoughts internally. mushing them together; and eliminating, completely any form or shape it once held. intermixing, and blending. this all happens as I sit silently, before them. belittled by their presence and knowledge.

I empower them to be more than they are.

yes, powerful, capable and controlling – but nonetheless, fleeting.

passing, impermanent – transient.

gone now, here, then; absent.

they will remain here for now, till another distraction comes swimming along, and dip myself into another sea, instead. I will revisit them from time to time, and some visits will serve no purpose; but to bruise me with intentional malice. others; i feel will float by into a looming horizon and then, maybe/ if hope allows, rest will follow.


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