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Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…

It travels on many pads and comes in many forms. Approved. Restricted. Forbidden. Seductive. Dangerous. Righteous. Confusing. It gives me a warm tingling feeling in my tummy and at times in other parts of my body. Is it a feeling or a thought? Or are they blended together? With wich one should I choose? First…

At times it feels like I want to explode. Shatter my feelings around and not worry where they would land. And then…… serenity took over by leaving anguish behind. It fills me up and let’s me float. A constant want turns into a need. 10-03-2016 _Driandayaba_

We both must fall in order to rise up again. Chase birds away and meet again. Dressed, but yet feel so naked. I also dropped many to save me. Who are we fooling? Its in our nature to change colors in order to remain in a different state. Build up a reserve to get us…

Not dwelling on the past. Announced & executed with no regrets. Asked and trusted your answers. Thought it was mutual. Feel your bars closing with every message. Moulding a key to fit all the locks. Can’t do a rerun of processing events. This feels unreal I set us free. Don’t wrinkle my wings. STOP stealing…