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Julien · 11-04-2011, 02:50 PM

Leaves of Thought

Thoughts like leaves in a breeze drift aimlessly through my mind,
lingering briefly on echoes of the past.
Rough, brown sorrows teeter on the edge of complete disintegration deceive me into believing my pain is dead.
Decay of the past defeats and tortures give way to rebirth of new thoughts.
A lush vibrancy of supple skin full of moisture and youth.
Growth and expansion of new untouched areas create a curious sensation in my mind.
Light freedom from oppressive grey yesterdays,
I feel hopeful that what I have not yet seen or touched will be tainted by my unresolved sorrows.
Thoughts like leaves drift, some are brown and torn, others are green and vibrant.
All occupy the space of my inner self
They interact in a whirlwind of activity, constantly touching blending and influencing what has come before or yet to be realized.
My thoughts are my leaves, green with youth, brown with decay,
forever aging for the new thought, the new growth to take its place,
or ultimately becoming my past.

Julien F. 11/4/11

11-04-2011, 02:50 PM	#5
Julien Member How Do You Identify?: TG/GenderQueer Preferred Pronoun?: I'm flexible, but only up to a point. Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Alabama, Gulf Coast area Posts: 1,007 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,247 Thanked 2,702 Times in 737 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Leaves of Thought Leaves of Thought Thoughts like leaves in a breeze drift aimlessly through my mind, lingering briefly on echoes of the past. Rough, brown sorrows teeter on the edge of complete disintegration deceive me into believing my pain is dead. Decay of the past defeats and tortures give way to rebirth of new thoughts. A lush vibrancy of supple skin full of moisture and youth. Growth and expansion of new untouched areas create a curious sensation in my mind. Light freedom from oppressive grey yesterdays, I feel hopeful that what I have not yet seen or touched will be tainted by my unresolved sorrows. Thoughts like leaves drift, some are brown and torn, others are green and vibrant. All occupy the space of my inner self They interact in a whirlwind of activity, constantly touching blending and influencing what has come before or yet to be realized. My thoughts are my leaves, green with youth, brown with decay, forever aging for the new thought, the new growth to take its place, or ultimately becoming my past. Julien F. 11/4/11 __________________ Julien “Self-plagiarism is style.” Alfred Hitchcock Formerly known as Graphiteta2s