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existing in boredomsville
i feel disconnected
finding shiny things, but they only keep me entrapped in
where it’s neither happening,
nor completely dead
i guess this is a sign
to stop listening to those voices in my head
maybe I’ll play with glue and paint
– the escape from this place –
to a more lively one made from surreal dreams
to snap out of this dread
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wind howls a chilled air on a cloudless sky,
i see my breath
november beckons hibernation.
I’m trying to get the most out of my EYES… SEEING, that is.
Time is ticking away at my eyesight’s ability to see,
as my right eye is virtually blind and the left is currently holding it’s own –
I want to lavish all of my senses with the beauty, as well as the smUGLY in this world.
Time is ticking away at the amount that I can do to create things of vision…
you could read my mind,
you’d see all of these fantastical things I make in my dreams. >sigh<