“Normality is a paved road:

it’s comfortable to walk,

but no flowers grow on it.”

Vincent Van Gogh.

The path that I choose is oft times, a rough one,

but better by far than the sterile paved desert:

yes, oft times I’ll stumble and sometimes I’ll fall,

but what use is certainty, knowing it all?

A better path’s found, as an old way is...

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And I Wonder
How 2 Hearts can pull at another with the intensity of a Star only a days trip from my Orbit
A Tsunami of emotions exhilarated and on trial

Can you stare at a thing and immediately feel the Wind underneath your feet? 
Fluttering, Flustered 
No wor-

Six 5ive
Pink Sand
Anything to keep your emotions from invading that naive fertile Land

'I just want..'
No.
The human con...

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Tick, tock, distant star

How I wonder when you are

Just a timepiece in the sky

Your every 'now' another lie!

[Following on from the last poem and the 'time' theme]

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The night falls without haste
wrapping the earth in its subtle hands.
The wind, silent, traces the outlines of space
and the stars are brief words
written in the black sky

Nothing moves, yet everything unfolds
Time dissolves in the cool air
where solitude becomes company
and silence is profound
a voiceless song that spreads
through every corner of the world

Distant lights seem to fl...

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