sometimes i feel so filled with passion for something
a picture in my head
a sound that must escape from my vocal chords
a feeling that pulses through with the two previous things listed
i need to get it out
but i understand things are formulating.
like the mixture of every creation God has put in me
must level out like some mixture of paint and water
it takes time before you can see clearly everything from this vantage point
so i trust and i wait
and im joyful and hopeful
and this courses through my veins.
all of it.
every bit.
sometimes i feel i can remember other peoples memories.
like i can make a story from this collage of plastered beginnings of relationships
a cobweb connects numerous branches
the spider has left his home vacant for months now
and a new spider takes residency
just passing through
just to look around
no need to make sense. these are not anyone else's thoughts.
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