I am stranded here. Darkness blinded me with only the touch of my fingertips to help me recognize the contours of my face. I have forgetten its essence and I am rewarded with willful blindness. Of seeing and not seeing anything at all. Im desperate.
For touch, emotion, they would not be returned and I was given something else. It was poetry but one that lasooed strands of my soul in every word and took my breath away with every line.
I was stranded intentionally. I wanted to be here. I was lost and found, thoughts scattered and compiled in one cursive motion onto a digital canvas.

 
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