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The art of eye contact says it all, It’s hard not to fall when they fall upon thee when you see beyond being seen I wonder, what it all means behind those eyes The art of eye contact is how you can speak without words some of the strongest language I’ve ever heard silently gazing upon me upon the distant stars upon the unspoken desires we all share eyes say all the things we don’t say so, beware of The art of eye contact
weary I’ve grown of the overall moans & groans of life , I find myself pondering the whole point of it all too often, mind always poppin off with another wonder always finding myself in a deep slumber you can’t really run from the unknown, it makes itself known it hovers over your bones like when the sunset kisses the tide. The demise of it all something I may never live to see they all say to let it be but if I did then what would I become? another empty soul who doesn’t move to the sound of a drum? that doesn’t sound like any fun so it seems I’ve already won.
sometimes i get tired of being tired of seeing, but I don’t have a way of fleeing that would not leave others seething at my absence
Tweets of a poets mind
