Mixed Signals
The Art of Listening
By Kristen Keenon FisherPublished 4 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 1 min read
...... I'm not empty, I'm fine, just a thought away from freeing up the space in my mind. I'm just waiting in line, forwarded my number, call me up when you get the time. Show me your sleeves, and I'll show you mine, I've been drinking, drowning seeing you with some other guy. It's not envy, it's wine, and the stain is not my bleeding heart it's just the design.
++++ It's a symphony of light, dark, something in my mind starts whispering that life's art, listening. You keep playing with my mind, heart, signals on the line, crossed, voices in the blind spots, whispering. It's like something's on my mind, dark, whispering that life's art, symphony of light start listening. Wishing we'd make up our minds, hearts, eyes between the blinds, watch, read between the lines, stop listening.
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Kristen Keenon Fisher
"You are everything you're afraid you are not."
-- Serros
The Quantum Cartographer - Book of Cruxes. (Audio book now available on Spotify)
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Comments (3)
I like the style you used for this work! Like stacking everything on top of each other, building the whole thing up, like blocks.
Words filled with such depth. I love your play on words.
This was so deep and poignant. Loved it!