Abstract, not intact
Imagination run amok
Contours clashing
The meaning of it all hidden
A void of answers
Could be, may be
No set forth truth
Left to wonder and wander
Ruminate
There is a there
But the layers are too heavy
The gooey center is too thick
Categories: mental health, Psychology, Poetry, photography
psychologistmimi 
SMiLes Dear Miriam i Remember my Psychiatrist in The Dead Zone
66 Months Days oF All Pain and Numb With No Prognosis At All For
Recovery Then As
He Said The Brain
Does Wacky Things
When We Cannot See
Any Escape Trapped With
Our Problems in Life As i Used
To Dream i Was Swimming in Desert
Sands ThiS Way The Inertia So Great
No FRiEnDS with Gravity At All
Balancing That Way Just
Eyes Ears And The
Rest of me
Living in Desert
Sands Trying To Get
A Drop of Water to One Day
Rise Up And Float FRiEnDS With Gravity Again
For What It’s Worth i Breathed The Dark i Breath
The LiGHT
NeWLY NoW
Change
True
Both A Greatest
Curse And Gift As Well
My Mother Said This Too Shall Pass
i Had No Emotion of Hope or A Feeing
of A SMiLE to Make That Happen Then
Yet Strangely Enough When LoVE iN
Peace Returned my Doctor Said Just
By Looking at me Before She
Saw my Blood Test
The Results Then
Would Be Remarkably
Better As She Developed
A Way to Test Her Intuitions
By Whether Her Patients Glowed With Life Or Not…
There Was No Glow Before Not Even A Night LiGHT in the Ocean Deep..:)
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