My intimate motif for those aching and conflagrant hearts found amongst those conservative fearless warmongers, splits the heart and soul into two camps. It was the fuel that fed it all. Burned to a crisp were those goodbye and goodnight memories melting and spinning in my mind like a record…I wanted to pass this new destination and jump on a new bus, rather then be stranded soon to the smoldering music playing in my ear. The tendencies of an addict, stuck between two sides. This slovenly self-made knot suddenly tightened around my neck, choking me into new a reason. Not giving up. I wasn’t giving into endless music, the tumbling into harmful emotions, the rolling in burned skin on silk promises. Kiss it all good-bye, the void devotion that rests on the shoulder and lays with dead weight in the head. This was my moment, suddenly, for what? I receded into something smaller and smaller with each rainy day. Buoyed though by something my father once told me, “ son, its just an inner faith, an inner strength” no vandalism can touch, no permanent scar can reach. That rain, it feels good to cool down a hot head. Never stopping to re-realize, reanalyze, just let the ever-resistant worldly ills lay dormant inside me, whether a mindful or mindless creation, and let my silent strength be the wind that clears it all away.Birth sign: Libra
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