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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I see the wind blowing my hair past my face But I cannot feel it's caress upon my cheek. I hear the oceans echoing whisper as it rushes towards the shore But I cannot see it's dark blue waters I feel the sun planting light kisses upon my skin But i hear only the deepest silence of the night. Fore I am truly unhappy. Feeling alone, shunned, forgotten, stangnant and shamed, I plead with myself, thinking of what I could possibly do to change these things. It's only in my sanest, most lucid moments that I realize, Just how big a fool am I. So I cannot feel the wind, big deal. I will hear it. So I cannot see the deep blue of the rolling ocean waves, so what. I will feel it. So I cannot hear the effects of the sun, I will see it's glorious rays surround me. My senses, lost in their sadness, are in themselves mad. Backwards Ironic Utterly maddening. So. What. This, I am slowly, very slowly, learning, does not mean that I am lost. It simply means that I am stumbling around sensing with all the wrong senses The things, which lost in sadness, are still around me Apart of me With me. And it is in my moments of sadness, that this brings the biggest comfort. The biggest reason to topple out of bed and begin my day aknew. And even as I chuckle at my own absurdity, I find that laughing? That really isn't a big deal either. For in it, I glory, just a little, in the sadness.
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