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Friday, August 30, 2019

Wandering Words

I have nothing to give you but my words, but darling, understand… my words are everything to me. Every sentence I have ever written, each poem hemmed my thoughts, each verse has fallen from the deepest corner of my heart, each alphabet dancing together to form the words in a blog.

From the wildest dream, profound fear, fantasy land tours, imaginary worlds, blank roads, dense forests, the vast sky to the ever-expanding cosmos around. All of these are bound together to build every inch and ion of me and you are privileged enough to have these wandering words to read.

My soul rips apart the materialist body which it holds, to bear itself in front of this world. All you have to do is hold my hand and let me take you to the ages I have traveled. The witch in me is nowhere close to the damsel in distress; the oh-so-quite teenager never meets the mature mistress; the eyes (if you look closely enough) will let you travel to the universe beyond but just one touch will transport you to the beaches of mysterious paradise.

You see a girl at work all life long, but forget that her mind dwells in the lands unknown; the trance lets her live furthermore.


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