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a new way of looking at... writings >> shannon kuehn >> empty hands |
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Entangled in my own conjured up thoughts, I attempt to break free, to only realize the intricate layout for my own destruction. I am held prisoner in my mind, without escape. The tantalizing wonders of a life long past, a life long wanted. I inhale and exhale, with time passing; surviving on an asymmetrical enthusiasm to propel my intellect. Harmonious waves pass me by, viciously creating commotion by neglecting to carry me within the traveling impulse. I am forgotten as each moment surpasses the next. Absent resolutions deficient implications, the conclusion I cannot reach. The deception intensifies. The darkness seeps into my mind, overwhelming my thoughts and evoking delusional outcomes. Restless inhibitions, a frigid embrace with outcomes unknown. The darkness suffocates each exhaled breath; reinstating an unwanted transcendence within the interlocking boundaries of my soul. I begin to realize that the expectation for something more becomes a reoccurring reference to my own shortcomings. |