A Train of Thoughts Races Forward
The poetic experiences of existence.
The poetic experiences of existence.
When I look into a mirror, I sense it.
It reflects into my eyes, but I can’t see.
Those rays of light that sweep into my soul.
I can put emotions into words, but they fail me.
The serenity of silence, broken by the bells of tinnitus, forever eludes me.
It haunts my dreams and …
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