Electricity running through my veins in the morning.
I have entered a new realm of inspiration.
Lost in a land of past dreams and now I have escaped.
A pattern of gorgeous questions defining who I could be.
The ceiling could tell me what I said in my sleep.
Only the paper has it all written down.
Soft or harsh words scribbled down in eccentric poems.
I have no idea who I am because I have become too many.
I am a million souls locked up in this one emotion.
These words will help me understand this new realm.
For when the imagination flickers, so will the creation.
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“I have no idea who I am because I have become too many.” My favorite line! Beautiful!!
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Thank you, Wendy Bird! I’m so glad you liked it.
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Ah… I have been to this place, and lately returned again. It’s a wonderful place to be. Happy for you! And your creations, lovely. xoxo
p.s… thanks for visiting me. :)) 🤗💗
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Beautiful words…
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Lovely comment! Thanks so much!
And of course! I love and support your work.
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Thank you so much! Feedback is always appreciated.
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💗💗💗
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So good: “I have no idea who I am because I have become too many. /I am a million souls locked up in this one emotion.”
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Great to hear from you, Benjamin. Thank you for the feedback. Always appreciate it.
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Welcome!!!
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