Words and Watercolors

poetry

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When you are broken down
to the tiny raw pieces
the deep creases
the essence of you.
The questions of how
and why.
The dark and
the light.
The being and not being
and the something in between.

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COMMENTARY:

Not sure if others ever have this sensation, but one of being outside of yourself, viewing yourself, and you see everything to infinity all at once – every tiny piece that makes the the very creases in your hand? And you ask yourself the questions humans have been asking since the beginning of time, and then you get to this place where you feel in between being and not being? Anyway, I know this is very abstract, but I thought I would put it down on paper and try to explain it anyway.

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