A Lonely Life
can be yours
if you choose it
but there will always be those
who know a solitary man when they see him
and they will make it their duty to ensure he is not alone.
I’ve been watching the street from my apartment window
trying to make sense of the traffic down there
It takes great effort to do anything
and most inspiration dies before it is born.
Still, the idea of doing something beyond doing and undoing
captivates me
I’m waiting…
Just waiting
And not avoiding the waiting place
Time runs slow here
I’ve gotten rid of clocks
I listen to the silence and watch the natural light go down
I sleep
I wake
I wait
And the silence is like a symphony
My soul waits for the right sound
And soon I will get things done
But I’m just going to listen a bit longer…
Intellectual Shaman 
That symphony. So familiar. Sounds different when I look up to find its source.
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Sounds like my life most days
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Good work, I enjoyed the read so I am going to reblog this for you.
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Thanks Old Poet 56! 🙂
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Escape a lonely life. Let go and fall with your own weight, as an object, to a lonely pile of stones? Or go to meet loneliness, run through it to the end, and go out to the other side where there is no silence and where we are not alone?
Save yourself from a lonely life, surrendering to it completely. Destroy it, becoming one with it.
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great lines of poetry here! thanks for reading Leila!!! 🙂
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