I remember morning smells of beeswax and patchouli smoke
The crystal clear song of birds and forest breeze
A sandy river bath in the valley of fall echoing in the distance
The glittering display of gravity upon leaves

I remember the dim green light and comforting shadows at night
The instrumental hum of wind caressing my skin
An internal voice struggling to be heard as an art form
The dark blanketing numbness evolving within

I have seen and felt the beauty of scenery
Heard and absorbed the emotional power of song
Tasted the bitter pleasures of love
Yet I fail to see where I belong

My life is an eclipse to the world
And as my curtains close
I wonder “if misery loves company”
Why do I remain alone

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