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Post by Sugarmuser on Apr 23, 2023 18:08:05 GMT -6
Breathing illusions
As I lay among the wild flowers
an abundance of life is surrounding me,
yet I stare into nothingness.
The warmth from the sun is
only a movement away but
this cold, blue mood will not
allow me to inch closer.
My chest is rising and falling,
although I don’t acknowledge
any breath, I’m just an illusion
searching for reality.
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Post by Catlady2710 on Apr 24, 2023 11:08:28 GMT -6
The very meaning of depression. So sad.
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Post by augustsky on Apr 24, 2023 16:37:57 GMT -6
Almost like a journey through the twilight zone..know that feeling
of dissolutionment.
Powerful write Sugar..
Sky
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Post by Sugarmuser on Apr 24, 2023 17:32:01 GMT -6
Thank you both, hugs
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Apr 26, 2023 0:52:21 GMT -6
I feel this way sometimes myself. I suppose we all do, some more than others though. It's almost like living like a ghost. Feels that way sometimes anyway. Like your practically invisible to some people, especially the ones you care about to a point you feel almost invisible to yourself even. Relate. Great writing.
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Post by Sugarmuser on Apr 26, 2023 2:21:07 GMT -6
I have felt like this to Michael, I'm glad I posted this because it is important to know we are not alone in this things  |
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 28, 2023 16:34:13 GMT -6
Sugar, this unfolded like a springtime on the sadness of a cloudy day. Your imagery is pure genius. The way you wove this made for a depth of magical experience that is unequaled in all my poetry reading. I love this both for its beautiful sorrow and the silver lining it alludes to. So gentle like dandelion seeds blowing in the wind.
John
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Post by Sugarmuser on Apr 29, 2023 0:04:26 GMT -6
Thank you John, what a lovely reply |
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