In a car full of quiet signs.
The quiet voices and silenced screams of frustration and complaints.
Through other times we have caught a chance without luck and without any wish.
The risk a mute receives sending messages with whimpers and eyelash movement.
Having nothing and everything and everything in-between in a monuments conversation when finally we are at rest; at an even level of acceptance.
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how i do.
natural form. completely comfortable.
when i do what i do.
today's my spiritual journey.
- sleepsweeper
- here and there.
- this is all beyond me. writing purely as a reflection. restricting myself with words, expressing myself fully. and i write music, too.
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