...~* Diary in Blue *~...

[Kätzchen]

Dearest Diary,

I'm sleepless tonight before the morning of my early finals
with delivery of speeches carefully planned yet so horrifyingly real.

I made a poem tonight that speaks for
feelings that often run deliriously rampant with urgency - deliriously ravaging my capacity to find Zen.

You hear my words and
you keep my thoughts;
yet tonight I let them go
so I can remain mindfully present in my
pre-dawn moments, longing for tranquil peace.

The Etymology of You

Where shall I turn my gaze to?

Is it within today’s moment?

Which skin of thought will be capricious?

Around the corner, in my mind
A slow burn of fear
Cast waves of bent emotion
A paroxysm
Imploding
My existentialist point of view.

It seemed so ordinary

This seepage of entanglement:
But it floated off
Like a silken slip
Pieces
Jagged, sharp, puncturing –
The
Store of desire

Changing the garment with struggled stain

I’m no different,
You proclaim.
Everyone is just everyone –
Simple,
No pain.

Even in the immensity of shared feelings

The towering inferno
Of shame
Dropped like a floating balloon
It was swept away
By the fullness of this new moon.

Here and now

Appearing as light and
Emerging from the fog of life, is:
The Etymology
of
You.

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I'm off to slumber - dreaming peacefully of contentment, where I practice the *carpe diem * of nocturnal release into the unknown yet ever evolving paradigm of shared epiphanies, melded and tempered by kindness and quotients empowered by more than two. And it’s because of you, the Etymology of pristine infinity, my Dearest Diary.

Truest to you,
Yours Faithfully