Make sense somehow
Solid glass of imagination smile deeply every time my vulnerable pride begins to break,
Levitating beside me is another image of me pretending to be me, and unlike me, I see me clearly and this awareness is becoming harder and harder to put to face.
Weakened voices of solitude penetrate this self made skin and I push strong struggles of love behind images of laughter and grins, unrevealed to surreal pretend of others view of me, selfishly floating within this vivid memory of just the person I want everyone but me to see.
Music often times calm my raging cries of complexity, my strenuous moments of adaptability as it is used to create these decisive images of me.
Sworn to protect my emotions like a lioness’ hovering her young, blinding smoke-like waves of think-ability invade my mind like a Kat-5 storm.
What tender whisper of sensible tangibility fluctuating motion free?
What weakened link of the way I think holds flames under the desires within me?
What expression will life force me to lie down, and strip the worry from my frowns?
Who’s reality will I speed up so my nerves clam down? So is could make sense somehow.
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