I see sounds
and I taste colors
I feel words
like grass beneath
bare feet
I feel your touch
beneath my skin
Always aware of
everything round me
Unheard noises
reverberate inside my head
I feel them in my bones
they flow through my veins
I sense the movement
of air as it surrounds me
It never quiets
never stills
Sometimes
it is all
too much
Today is too much
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Some days, not too often, I am looking for the pause or stop button. Just for my body and mind to experience peace and tranquility, even for a few minutes. Your wonderful piece captures these times beautifully. Peace be with you.
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With you as well . . . A pause button at the very least would be welcome :o)
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I can relate to this, so much. Wonderfully expressive.
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Thank you . . . It can be overwhelming some days.
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