Imagination never let my heart be free,so I may never know how that feels.caught in a ‘menagerie’ of indifference,that is how I find myself,in a state of unreality,if you like.In short,there is too much pain and anguish in this heart,dissect me,my flaws,my frailty,take away.

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A diary [in prose]

…As I sat down,just sat,thinking about life,I realized I had nothing  more to write.What was I to do? I carried on in my musings,so many hours had passed this way I tell you!I must stress I say that in all honesty,you must believe me.I expect you do,I am just worrying over nothing.Please tell me,why does this internal dialogue never cease? Of course it is because I am alive and conscious,but the ‘voices’ in my head never stop,I know I must return [endlessly]to the place where I must,yet I will never forget,I cannot say anymore…

Why does an empty vessel stand before my eyes?I should have said ‘present itself’ but did not,I know not why-My only thoughts on this (the reason)are this:that they were the only words that came to me,thus they were the words that spilled onto the page.Are thoughts incorrect?I personally do not believe so,it is(I feel) an aid to the conscious decisions all of us make,in short,where would we all be without that internal dialogue that breeds thought…

…If you will,please think about that(at the least) thankyou.

…He kissed her under a serene moon.  flowing sheets fell before their eyes. they saw each other and realized they loved each other…
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…they both awoke,alone,as always,

“Who is it I constantly dream about?”-they both thought.

They both fell asleep again,to escape their lonely lives,possibly…
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…She kissed him under a serene moon…