Friday Feelings Comments

* note this poem was originally drawn on a large canvas in all different colours and metallics in long meandering swirls and the page had to be continually turned round and round to follow the narrative. It was all different sizes and styles of font and It was embellished with butterflies, flowers, paisley patterns and assorted symbols*

Lights, bright lights, coloured lights, flashing, swirling, floating, dying. Rushing through my head. I swirl in and out. I float so high on the noises that are never said. Reds and greens, pinks and blues, mixing and merging together. Androgynous beings, being. Here, now, alive. Perhaps, well maybe never, someday, one day you'll say, 'I love you, love you, love you', and mean it. My heart is beating, beating regularly but it's held together with elastic bands. Sometimes they get too tight, and cut in.
No matter how hard we try, it doesn't ease the pain.
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