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In the beginning
It was just an impulse
Curiously wondering
Why the jumping pulse
While hand began writing
My tricky mind let me indulge
Having fun with my drawing
Oblivious as the light would effulge
Highlighting the beautiful colours
Deceiving me as words came to divulge
Frivolous thoughts in their candours
Or so I deemed them words as I indulge
Then "eh what's that eye for?"
I pondered as then came a bubble's surge
"I can exchange with the reader!?"
Exciting novelty as naivety felt the urge
To explore this new world of splendour
Slowly meaning weighed on each word
Blind eyes rerunning through with stupor
No wonder I was particularly fond
Of these peculiar stories I kept in store
There were little pieces of me they hold
Turned out the carefree writing no longer
Was so meaningless with my heart sold
Laying there all bare for whoever
Would be curious enough to unfold
The layers of my soul in ink and paper
Strangely now weightless with the untold
Exposed with no shame or whatsoever
As finally mind spelt it all out to the world
Freeing self of silent stupidity from ever.
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YOU ARE READING
Drawings And Musings
RandomJust because... they wanted to come out... they were whining endlessly, tumbling around in my head, so there they are now. Obviously it's not a story, just some thoughts and scratches that wanted to go somewhere else rather than staying in my mind...
