I want to be moved...


I want to be moved...



I want to be overwhelmed...



I want to unpredict.



I cannot express, nor ascertain

my mind.


If I could stay in sensibility and understand in real time.

Those pages that were filled with overwhelming truth of my life.


Witnessed yet bystander, to those that make us crave to exist.


Only in memory I knew.


Only in memory I know


now.


The pages on new trees that whispered my secrets.

Closed doors only we know.


Moments only we witnessed.


If I had known.


Present.


I would be.


My mind now aches knowledge and lacks impulse


content.


Quiet screams I whisper...


Deeply.


As much one can feel.

As much as one can move

As much as one can be overwhelmed.


Let me be moved.


Strike my breath from record.

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