I absently flipped
The pages of glossy magazines
All I could see were blurred shapes
Scattered zig zag lines
My eyes lost ability to identify
And my memory ditched me
My spine stiffened
Skin dampened with cold sweat
I felt like a tornado hit that empty waiting room
And my all senses broke lose
I sat in silence under white light
I hate white light
Reminds me of exam halls
And narrow corridors
Of emergency rooms
Where white is the color if dark doom
I heard my name again
I saw those faces again
And then some scripted essays
About me
With closing line
“this is part of the journey”
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Written for OctPoWriMo 2018.
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Stoner on a rollercoaster 
This really feels like de javu
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Can’t spell but hope you get what I meant lol
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I exactly know what you mean. deja vu. it’s sad most of us have been there.
thanks for stopping by and commenting. 🙂
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i enjoy your view :), I have two different sites, they keep blending unintentionally… i recently graduated to my own .com… dodiesfluidflorals.com thats the one i meant to like this on 🙂
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it’s hard to keep track and I have heard people having such issues. I searched and followed it 🙂 your artwork is amazing!
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it is, im new and trying hard, maybe too hard lol, thanks so much Im new at this fluid art form too…. and also trying too hard.. look forward to seeing more of you can i say too one more time lol
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you can say as many times as you want. thats the beauty of blogging.
we all are clueless in the beginning you are doing great already 🙂
I love your fluid art I only work with charcoal and pastels as I know I will spill it all over the place..just a very messy fidgety person..lol
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The beauty of fluid art is you really gotta let go although I like to give and take a little. You can release your tension. I too love pencil and charcoal but I’m a little too tense with them 😀
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We all are comfortable with different medium. I love charcoal I can play with a charcoal vine all day.
Yea fluid art look liberating if you hold back it will show in work
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The glare happens, in the course of a journey. It is something each of us endure and transcend.
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yes. we all have been to hospitals.. my doctor literally said that..its a part of journey..
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Ha, using current events as an inspiration for poetry. I love your brain. 😀
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Wish my brain loved me. I actually write in waiting areas. Nerd alert!
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Who needs brain when you’ve got other people’s opinions? 😀 Cheer up. Positivism can help. 😀
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😀
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Easier said than done
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Yup..acceptance makes it easier tho
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I can see that waiting room. Feel it. Nice one Stoner!
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Thank you. Really wasn’t expecting it to be anything. I just had to kill time sitting there.
Thanks again 🙂
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Oh WOW, very evocative…my mind started to go down that hallway, but I stopped it just in time. Please know you’re thought of often, and in my prayers ❤
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That’s so kind of you. I had know idea it will come out this real. Thank a lot ❤🙂
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Most welcome–have a blessed day.
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thanks. you too 🙂
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Sincere thanks 🙂
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your welcome
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🙂 ❤
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