We talk in such languages,
in each walk in life,
yet each walk’s talk is different.
Not a one is the same as another,
but small parallels that can be drawn.
I don’t want to list them.
There are too many to count.
The differences and parallels together
are an innumerable amount.
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Thoughts of depth come rushing,
powerful and strong at best.
These thoughts they overflow the senses,
and emotion crashes round as a flood.
Of all this, what shows?
Stillness, death, solitude, poise.
Emotion like water rushing
quakes the body and rushes out in tears and sighs.
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Comfort I want but must be wise,
danger surrounds.
Leaning on something wrong,
could crumble my tower to the ground.
Sympathy I want, to push away,
yet if offered, with loving care,
willingly I accept.
Though,
none reaches out to me,
none that is of yet.
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Why can’t I trust?
Such a simple thought.
Those I should trust I should trust.
They are the ones that
have already proven themselves
and try to prove themselves
to be honest and true.
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