Is the statue hidden in the marble?
Are there ideas, buried within my mind?
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Strange, how simple life can be
I awake; I create. I daydream, contemplate.
In blissful solitude, yet surrounding me,
a thousand ideas, yearning to become.
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''Creativity is existentialism''
Witness, the ink of my soul!
Behold, undeniable proof, I am here.
Weep, as the pages burn in the brazier of time,
unseen and vain, nonsense and rain.
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very much akin to a dance, a quiet celebration,
an ebullition, a spectacle by and for one self-
One self? The pages, witness to ideas and less than ideas
Weep, the pages, scratches of the mind, proof, yes!
Undeniable proof, yes
Weep the pages-
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, and a writer for many many years by now. The act of writing gives meaning to my life, creation as solace. I hope you enjoy my writings.
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