dreaming past parking lots and skyscrapers
into night-forests of blooming stars?
Are you pondering the king who became a farmboy,
or the princess who slept at true love's kiss?
Are you wondering about the clouds,the mind that moves the mouth that breathes them?
Are you wandering into lightning storms and gentle rain,
weathering the desert of lost hope?
And do you pause amidst it all
with my name soft upon your lips?
Thanks, Seth. I struggle occasionally with losing touch with my introspective voice and becoming engulfed by my "persona". However, opening up like I did that night is not only cathartic but necessary to my mental well-being. I started a new blog not for self-promotion purposes, but so that I had an excuse to reflect on myself. I constantly toe the line between introvert and extrovert--cognitively, I classify myself as an introvert--and perhaps the fact that I motivate myself to introspect by posting it to a public place is actually a sign of extroversion, but who really knows?
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