It is not the isolation of which the soul yearns to fix. No, it is.
It is the solidarity of which the mind yearns to experience.
Community of the soul for the soul needs rest.
Soldiering for the mind for our minds are a nest
Of burning bushes and childhood lullabies
Where relationships end right and lives
Have reason to fight.
I tire of a mind that wonders too much
And analyzes for the time too much
And tries for the time too hard
On things not known the better of.
Black wool under white snow flakes
Shivering against avoided cold
Shoulders parallel to the abstract
Painting, streaked with reds
And golds and pinks and greens.
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You are not alone.
We might be a long way apart, but you are not alone in your thoughts and desires.
New lives are red badges of courage.
can't quite finger why, but i like this one. especially the burning bush/lullaby line.
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