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

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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