free thoughts noted in waves... splashing the pages filled with curved shapes... telling tales of the way the mind sits n wanders... of past times to the presence of living with the wonders... to make sense of life n the ways of a place that seems never to move... as the mind drifts to different places on the loose... never to be tamed by any one in particular anything... yet, able to be inspired by everything... jotting down words that flow so stories can be told... from angles in which differ from the same view that make the heart turn cold... out comes the creativity to unleash what cannot be held in... reaching for fresh air by climbing the ribs... silently visible by eyes that care to read... some are a piece of me n others are jus plucked from daydreams... written for self by self to say hey, i was here... giving my own version of letters back to this world with nothing to fear... finding a voice in heads that enjoy the realness in every line... n to those, i say hi... as the gathering of wtf"s come to this lil space all mine... unable to outlast time...
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