I want to write, scribble few thoughts
And spill those feelings
tied in knots and loops of oblivion
On a sheet that has seen and lived and breathed
the words of other in time away from time
—written, faded, sighed and breathed their last
Leaving the remnants of their being in a time
— Nicky
Illegible manifestation of postmodern debris
My stray musings--- This blog is written with my family and immediate circle of friends as intended readership, so everyone may not connect with some of the events or places described; not that I have any objections to others reading it. In fact, they are most welcome--
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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I don’t understand how those feelings are tied in loops of Oblivion?
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Edit: How those feelings spilled in the loops of Oblivion.
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Oblivion — there had been time when everything thought every feeling was livid and vivid and then I drifted and drifted so far that those thoughts got stranded and got muddled with few others and stayed their hanging in a limbo
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