Quietly contemplating life going on around me,
sensing something happening inside, feeling it
churning, rolling, trying to decide whether or
not to make itself known.
Feelings of urgency pushed down by fear, an
unknowingness feeding it with reluctance.
Saturated beyond belief, a quintesstial amount
of energy is being kept in a very small space.
Totally abandoning thoughts in silent reveries,
reaching within to find some strength to carry
life through.
All around, life is living, going on without me
as I sit quietly contemplating it.
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