For so long, I have known no words.. I have spoke no thoughts..
To express myself has been on the side of impossible.
Like a child first learning to walk, first learning to speak.
Scrimmaging through words, unsure of describing all I was feeling.
It hasn't been like Ol' days, When my tongue radicated speech for miles.
When imagination roared like a beast in a jungle, never failing to proceed its greatness.
Emotions were so easily expressed, easily written. Eloquence flowed like a river of poetic rhythm.
O' how I've missed those days.
Just as in winter when things die, when things in spring become new, I have been here reforming.
Slowly unwinding.. Awakening, perhaps. My thoughts no longer submerged.
The fire, once again is burning and much beauty is manifesting. For my imagination is stirring.
And on my tongue lies the taste of all that was recoiled.. All that was suppressed..
An Ol' writer captivated in such passion to live again.. To speak again..
Rediscovering the art of existance.. of feeling.. Discovering myself once more.
For so long, I have known no words.. I have spoke no thoughts
To express myself slowly dissipated with every vision blurred, O' how it blurred.
But just as the evening subdued to the morning sun, my psychological inhibition subsided.
O' how It feels to once again have a voice, to speak words of lingered thinking.
O' how I've awaited for these moments of freedom.. These moments of spoken glory..
Posted on 03-10-13
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