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Aimless

Sitting on a chair,
Staring into space,
Sipping a cup of tea,
Feeling so misplaced,
The flavor has gone bland ,
tasteless......
The air goes still,
Time comes to a halt
and I'm feeling drowsy,
If the floor disappears..
Where will I fall?
An aimless question floating on the thought of sleep...

=ladyindira=

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  1. Muddy OikApril 29, 2015 at 9:30 PM

    It is better to fall than to marinate in the present level of aimlessness. Maybe the falling will take you to a new level of purpose? Kierkegaard said, Faith is like a leap into the dark...

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    1. Grymm RipperMay 6, 2015 at 9:35 AM

      I'm still falling; haven't reached the bottom yet. I'm open to whatever it is that may befall me this time round. Adventure Time.

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