@trixdawson 14 June 2021 more from that month

The days I dreamed without Slowing Down

I have to be released, and most of all, people can see and ignore what they want, even if they don't see that I am isolated. What is left for me to postpone, and of course I take care of my joy of living tirelessly, as you taught me. You only got in my way once, and I got out of the way. I fell in love, then I didn't know, and while I was flying on a cliff, I grabbed a branch on the slope and that's how our story started that day.

You see, I switched to the primary plural, but we never managed to become one. All I've ever done is love for a lifetime. I was a traveler's image, a poem and life where I lived my life with the taste of poetry but couldn't name it. A new cardigan I knitted with words: I just started but it is very different from yesterday's because the hundreds of skeins I had before were wool and I knitted like crazy. I didn't know life from wool, but as I knitted, the blind knot inside me grew bigger and bigger. Nobody asked me either: what? Of course, when I said that I had made a lifetime and protested against hatred and evil, I suddenly realized that people were protesting against me, and when I was very young.

I thought that as long as a person loves, he becomes more valuable. It turns out that as it is ignored, it corresponds to a huge number in the minus digit. I'm overly tired: both body, mind and soul, so I console myself only with my heart, and my pulse sometimes gets so fast. I can write and live thanks to the days that I dream without slowing down, and I don't want to be consoled with the sanctity of love and go back to the beginning anymore, but somehow it would be more accurate to say that the same record playing is always the gramophone in my mind because the heirloom record player has been sold out for a long time and I sold many things for a while. what's left before and here, the records in my memory, and a recipe for life that I defend with my heart. Although a tailor cannot sew his own rip. I've come to terms with myself these days, and although I'm not a public person, I am aware of the emotions and allusions that are creeping in public places. Sometimes I can easily notice the darkness inside a person when I look into his eyes, and I somehow become aware of the nature of the sparkle in his eyes, moreover, I feel this very recently. Those pairs of eyes I'm looking at: sometimes green, sometimes blue, but an almost devilish twinkle that bothers me and I run away.

Random truths - Poetry Developments in brain cell activity, Overcoming the dominance of reason and logic, In the emotional intensity environment in the spiritual dimension, It can be found from time to time. Here, in the formation process of that density, a person Transcending the concept of time and space, Limited by the duration of the intensity, Meaning, that is, the heart can be found in the spirit dimension. In the context of reason and logic of this discovery, Because it cannot be explained. The event experienced exceeds the substance dimension of the being, It takes place in the Meaning dimension. The judgment of the brain and mind is the existence, It is within the limits of the item size.

Sometimes it's a pair of black or brown eyes, but I can sense them shining for a sublime purpose, and I get lost in those pairs of dark eyes, and then find myself and embrace myself. Just seeing it once is enough. The radiant brilliance of the black eyes and how I pray for the last pair of eyes I saw, maybe I will never be hidden in that eye, but that pair of black eyes that I keep hidden in my heart. I'm screwing up my life. Otherworldly feelings have become a rosewood for me. The complacency I sometimes get. The Divine Light I surrender to and I've known myself since I've always been an excited person. My clumsiness is also legendary, so I never found myself smart for a long time, but after the exams and IQ test I passed, I realized that I am quite smart, but I still do not brag about my mind and what I do because I have more important things to do. Of course, while I skipped a grade on the threshold of your love, my feelings are that I never fail the class, but I have been battered in the school called a lifetime in recent years, moreover, when I witnessed things that I was never responsible for and still could not perceive what crime I committed... That love is refusing. And your good will. The people who live in the temple of love, on the other hand, somehow console themselves with love, and by this they think that they are indispensable and inaccessible. However, it is me who is hiding. However, the one who escapes from life and delays happiness. Somehow, it is my joy and enthusiasm for life that does not slow down, but it is a very comforting feeling to know that it is never exaggerated and my heart beats with me. I take a look at my heart's walk-in closet. What is interesting is that; The shelves are not dusty and there are even more shelves waiting for me to fill them, maybe that's why I fill those shelves one by one with the pleasure of being able to write, and here is a cupboard that exceeds my height, and the world, and I own the world with my tiny heart. It's a habit and a blessing I acquired late.

Perhaps, as the poet said. "To love without even realizing that you are loved" as death approaches, it's like a cold rain to love with poison spring and heart It's like hitting, albeit belatedly.