Where,
once,
there was an overabundance
of bright,
vibrant emotions -
not all happy,
but most certainly not entirely sad,
where ideas raced each other
from the the left to right hemispheres of of my brain
and back again,
altering from analytical
to abstract,
and settling on an odd in between
that doesn't quite make sense,
but is incredibly comprehendible
and somehow relatable;
there now sits a silence,
an overwhelmingly loud silence,
one that screams and echoes
when I reach out in desperation,
hoping my consciousness can grasp just an ounce of that lost vibrancy,
one that does nothing,
but makes my chest ache
at the departure of a long lost friend,
who's thoughts provided the descriptions
for the feelings it felt,
one that is not happy,
and,
most certainly,
not entirely sad,
but too muted,
and too suffocating
to really make sense at all.
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PoetryThese poems are not organized in a linear fashion. Some of the last poems happened first, some of the first poems happened last, and some of the contradicting poems happened all at once. However, I figured this organization of it might be a bit easi...
