October 23, 2003
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if id ever been suffocated
id imagine it would feel something like this
sometimes its hard to breathe
my soul is the one gasping for air
clinging to anything open
fighting for anything free
searching for anything without walls
the structures we’ve built
the rooms i find myself in
they poison my mind
the darkness of their interiors finds its way into me
i get lost inside these walls
stuck in their persuasive spaces
they steal my confidence
my hesitant happiness
my new found energy
i have to get back outside
Comments (7)
Never get boxed in and you will always be free to learn and enjoy life and live it to the fullest
After tring for a lllooong time… finalmente consegui entrar no seu blog novamente! O que será que aconteceu? Acho que deve ser alguma coisa com o seu previous post… Anyway… welcome back to me heheheh :)
Sorry I havn’t commented in ages… but for some reason my computer freezes when I go onto your site (I subscribed to your site as a daily digest to see if I took the link from the email it might work… and it looks like it did!
Great poem… I think we all feel like that. I love going out for runs, gives me time to think and gives me the illusion of escaping it all. When I return I feel so much more refreshed and less trapped.
Archopesyouwillforgivehimfornotvisitinginawhile…
Very good indeed.
Outside the world is full of danger.
Your soul is like a bird , she don’ t like the cage .
:D Bueno, Lótus, apareci. Passei um tempo sumido, sem acessar o Xanga mas voltei e estou escrevendo de novo, em inglês e português, em nome da paz mundial e outros baratos. No momento tenho Quixote, meu basset- hound, à meus pés, dormitando. Vou escrever muito mais… zuzu Bem ?