Smoke

Smokey bubbles-- Trapped behind glass
 
Filling up the murky water like spherical  clouds of the sea
 
Bursting in heaven as blissful flatulence
 
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Lightening my heart, bringing freedom to my womb  
 
Scrawled across my walls  
 
Graffiti inside my heart
 
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I pull this patience from my well in solitude
 
Homogenising the cultivated need within to better suit my needs
 
Breathe deeply and clear
 
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Resting wickedly -- Passing moments endeared  
 
Acceptance as I pick up my chain...
 




...But there will always be time to dream, and it will never matter because time does not exist in my dreams
 
 
 
 
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler   -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan