forever anticipated and welcome, yet unexpected ideas. haunting and evil nothings whispered into the heart of the listener. hopeless and searching, the listener watches the thoughts consume her like a virus that knows nothing but to kill. tears can no longer release emotion, the pain is forever lingering no matter the self reflective technique. the listener is not skilled enough to diverge a scheme great enough to escape her sickness although other incidents have built her stamina, there is never a closure that can produce a new beginning. her essence is like an epidemic when she is no longer consuming the room in radiant light and laughter, the blind do speak. and when the blind speak the phrase is never valid, never forgiving. the blind see not their mistakes, see not the truth behind the veil and care not to test the reliability of touch, of feel. the listener no longer feels anything for her uncomprehending peers, instead she moves on searching, wandering, listening..
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jaded
الشعرjaded.. This isn't for everyone you can trust me when I say that. This is a collection of thoughts, feelings, experiences. Everything is cryptic yet self explanatory for the right reader. I wasn't going to share it but who knows, someone may relat...
