I know there are a lot of emotional walls that interrupt my emphasis on what I adore,
Breathing in stillness; it seems we're unbroken.
Then, unable to ease my thoughts; I suppose we're a mess.
Reflections that ache and color a habitual face.
Life is gray is what they say,
Still, sometimes I only want to be emotionless,
Where the prior and what you expect are out of the way,
So that words don't touch my heart,
So that concerns don't trouble my mind,
Perhaps it's a mirage, yet it's inscribed in my dreams,
As a way of coping with the nightmares that are tied to my memory.
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Norei L
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