See Me
The shell of my skin
can no longer contain my mind
escaping the confines of reality
and returning at it's will.
Intelligence soaring
through time and space
only to return
to a near sleeping state.
Frustration mounds
like molten lava
and the volcanos need to spew forth
the innermost parts of it's being
to build anew.
Creation
in it's most simplistic form.
Devastation is all
their eyes can see.
Even you
do not...
see me.
- Betty Oneil's blog
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Beautiful. I often feel that
Beautiful.
I often feel that we are only shells that contain a greater reality, though at other times I doubt the reality of the existence of the soul.
Still, there is something that reaches beyond the physical and intellectual limitations of time and space.
McMongrel