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Having a relationship is like trying to have sex with yourself, if you could figure out how to make it work it might even feel pretty good...

I.K. Estbon

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-->one day i went out wintering at sea and
i came across an albatross who seemed very lonely
------->so i simply flew on by
--->and didn't give it a second thought
----------->sometimes i hear the cries
------------------->of that lonely albatross...

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I looked around me and saw the most beautiful fields of blue and green stretch out into vast distances... They were both vegetable and liquid, flowing in swirls of colours, my mouth opened in disbelief and into it flowed a spaghetti strand of these colours all mixed together and bursting with freshness...

I gulped wildly, this was wonderful, I seemingly ate my way through a wild frolic of long-haired joy-dance journey... The sky turned bright hues of orange mixed with purple while I broke my insecurities with satisfied bites of brilliance...

There was happiness and joy out in those fields...

I.K. Estbon

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Potential discovery through an emerging relationship creates lingering thoughts in searching for someone to be there to comfort my solitude and yet I realise our journey progresses juxtaposed as a slow climb and a gradual descent

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The allure of the unknown, perhaps it seems greater in the mind...

Can reality reflect imagination?

I.K. Estbon

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Light, light
torch of my path
twist and turn upon
the little path

Here I am dreaming
of stars in the heavens
while my twisted path
turns within them

I.K. Estbon

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To go to a place where there are no words...

To feel...

I.K. Estbon

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How it has happened, lesser to the master of logic

these moments given
are to be taken
as moments of wonder

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Is this a moment for happiness...?

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Grinding teeth while rain slowly washes away familiarities...

Bright future, mocking blow...

I.K. Estbon

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I look and I see, when I turn and I look, I look and I see, when I turn and I look,

there you are, you are there with me...

I.K. Estbon

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Always moving forward, why are we so keen to leave the past behind?

Is our journey a slow climb or a gradual descent?

Shall I make this move towards progress, or will the nature of the past reveal itself in the future...? Those choosing to sit and wait patiently have made their time to mock the others rushing with blind reason... Does the journey take time to unfold or is it violent in its self-destruction?

I.K. Estbon

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