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| Torn apart by my body hurting torn too between the stark trees against the cloudless sunset sky and the beauty the world offers in spite of the pain. |
Monday, September 15, 2014
Contradictions foregrounds against the earth & sky: mirror my own conflicting, layered feelings
How does it feel? beginning the dialogue of this unseen everyday pain I feel, we feel, us like me
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| harsh, the wind |
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| Harsh, the light |
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| invisible, pain present day x day x day xxchronicxx --> every screaming unseen |
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| Harsh, my face |
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| .............Life trajectory... |
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| Overflowing only the sky feels big enough to contain my pain my awe my sadness my humility |
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| Tears (me*what I carry*world's weight I feel*what comes before joy) |
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| How does it feel? How do I tell you. My face tells my story for me. |
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