Sometimes when I try to make sense, none can be found. I try to listen to my heart, yet it beats alone. I try to listen to my mind, yet that too is silent when my Soul comes searching. One would think they are connected, yet as of late, they are worlds apart.
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I look towards an emptiness. Barren. Not cold, not dark, not anything.
What do you hear when there are no sounds?
Breath,
Yes.
What do you feel when you touch the ground?
Reality, or is it simply what you believe you’ve found?
What do your senses say they’ve found?
For now
They simply know not,
Or why.
This is my heart.
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I look towards Life for answers, there are many. Yet, none seem right.
What is Life? If not Death in waiting.
What is Strife? If not happiness waiting to be found.
What is Sorrow? If not the hollowed ground within your heart able to be filled with Joy.
I do believe this, in truth I know this. Yet to know and believe serves little when one is lost.
This is my mind.
.
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They pain you, your desires. What do they know, these simple emotions,
Hollowed words and meaningless songs
They betray you, your realities. What do they show, they are simply all you know.
One day all will be one.
This is my soul.
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Worlds apart, yes. Yet they are the same.
Journals Of Enreal 
You put words to a thing I’ve been struggling with. I’ve felt so divided, more so that usual. Maybe I need, as you so beautiful wrote here, to simple let them be the same while worlds apart.
So lovely . . . as usual.
You honor me with words Miss D. Thank you for understanding
beautifully written raw emotions…
I love these questions, and answers, you rolled out together, especially these lines:
“What is Life? If not Death in waiting.
What is Strife? If not happiness waiting to be found.
What is Sorrow? If not the hollowed ground within your heart able to be filled with Joy.”
thanks Sam… sometimes I see the answers and other times I understand them, seems like you get it. as always, a pleasure