Epitome

Epitome

Expressions of fear seeped through all I wanted. I just needed to feel grounded, because I noticed of sense of death. I was scared that it  felt near way too often.

Was it  near or did I call its name..

Did I imagine the symphonic death of ones existence, connectivity disfigured amongst souls? I wanted to give up, there was no one here to save me. I felt so alone.. scared of existence of peace. I had been without for so long , floating just seemed to feel easier. Watching over oneself’s mistakes, and comfortably meditating on her prayers.

No one heard a thing. 

Expressions of fear had torn through my soul. I was blinded by darkness, infatuated with numbness. I felt the presence of a savior.. an intuition of self.

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