I sat on the warm tiles
As sun shone on my hair
Turning ebony
Into lithium
And touched my face
Pushed my eyelids shut
Gleaming
Scalding
My every pore
Every cell
But I don’t resist
One bit!
I don’t get up
I don’t try to lift
My resting spirit
For once
I want to bask
In this Arab sun
On the beige tiles
Of my terrace
My lids pushed shut
I sense someone
Kneeling down
Someone I can’t see
Can’t see losing
The dreadful battle of sanity
Or it will will be
The end of this story..
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I like that… Lots of imagery…
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arab sun almost melted my laptop today 😆
I am glad thank you. 🙂
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may be its time to get rid of Arab Sun….and concentrate on Arab son….?
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Arab son???
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yessss….
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What?
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I still dont understand 😆
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Someone wants to hook you up?
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What? No. Why
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The above commentator says to focus on Arab son.. Haha… Got it..
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Oh
Ahahahhaha 😂
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Some say sanity is overrated. Well, Ken Kesey had a few good points, along that line of reasoning. I ask, though, what is sanity?
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I have been bouncing between sanity and insanity a lot. I sanity is overrating but its absence is dangerous. so I believe all we can do is try to stay somewhere in between. I think if we are able to contain our actions and emotions we are still somewhat sane. maybe..
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