Waves of feeling distorting images.. the reality of which stands true.. the reflection in our eyes.. blurring.. turbulent.. shifting to fit us in.. our thoughts, our emotions.. our perceptions.. creating havoc within us.. moving disturbing.. changing reality as we see it.. creating a world of sketched images.. sometimes beautiful.. sometimes ugly.. but nevertheless our creations.. to rejoice or rue.. where individuality remains unchanged.. unmarred.. each aches for an acceptance.. struggling to swim through this sea of emotions.. thirsting for something just out of reach.. yet again that ripple becomes a whirlpool.. yet another image.. another world.. we try to crumble.. erode.. what was dear to us.. to suit a picture of our own making.. sadly losing our way.. compulsive artists.. these waves of 'self'.. could we overcome....
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