Self-questioned

By Fatbuzz

Sun, 14 Aug 2011
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A clear blue ocean in which I have drowned. Twice now. Happily.

Regrets? Of course!

Contemplation...or navel gazing? Neither really; Fear.

An unexpected terminus. Part of my journey to hell.

A hillside of girasole. Sheet music. Wind on a beach.

Quiet. Distant. Unwanted. Shallow. Admitted.

Questioned; self-questioned.

Thought it through. Just how it happened. Unknown. Blocked.

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Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
I really liked this, a unique clipped style and yet it conveys so much.

 

Submitted by Fatbuzz on
Thank you. Sleepless mornings. Slightly incoherent musings. But unlike dream memories these pains do not fade. I'm not a natural writer but am finding this cathartic. I hope no one minds. :-)