New Beginnings

Emotional roller-coaster of love and lust


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I search for meaning

I struggle to pin point

The exact moment I knew

But still I know


We are attached to moments

Moments of pure bliss

Moments of agonizing torture

In the middle, the eye of the storm

Why the eye?

Can we see it coming?

Perhaps the third eye

What do I mean?

To whom do I mean?

What will be said when I’m gone


Life doesn’t stop

Time passes slowly in the present

Fast in the past

And still meaning has no time

Or does time have no meaning?

Caught in the eye

I long for the storm



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