Half the time
I don't see what you're seeing.
I sit here and dream.
I dream about dreaming.
I once had red eyes,
Strained from my seeking.
But now they're egg white,
While my pupils are hiding.
Half the time
You don't know what I'm thinking.
I say pages of words
To myself without speaking.
I would let them free,
But they'd drown in my breathing.
Who will be there
When my thoughts start leaking?
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I look forward to you,
and your words.
my curiosity is now heightened in anticipation to what you will write about in the blogs to come. :)
I'll be here! This is one of my favorites of your posts I've read.
Thanks! I think my thoughts make much more sense written out in some way rather than spoken or confined in my brain. Which is why I blog. Heh. Good luck on that paper of yours...but I guess you've already finished it by now, hm? Haha.
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