Words like rocks,
flatting the extent of intentions;
narrow concepts,
implying something more.
How could you explain
thoughts recurring
before getting asleep,
bred by the formality
of a sentence?
Trust your first impression,
beware of appearance
come from syllable
juxtaposition.
Trust your first impression,
and the aftertaste
of all these words
in your mouth;
for mind fails
beyond its authority,
as it tends to analyze
what should be caught.
It's a bad interpreter,
yet favourable,
whenever heart
has no courage to feel.
Dec. 10th, 2008
-Veden Kuuhenki-
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This is all revolving around corrosion of rocks, or the metaphor is, this is the combustable grief of feelings that are on the verge of self destruct and the moments before when all strength is need to give courage, I think it is to your convenience which glows much and this is a strength which is led from raw survival to the least likely psychological one. This is all undulating, it could go either way, weakness or not. You interpret it well, sad but good knowing this strength.
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Thanks for your comment
The strength of feelings is well hidden by mind, sometimes, and words tell a lot more than what could seem, that's what I meant. But the same strength, hidden, also gives courage if one channels it in the constructive way, and I agree!
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