It’s like…being the only one in a room full of crowded people.
It’s like…listening to the sound of silence.
It’s like…being able to walk.
It’s like…walking through a rainstorm.
It’s like…hearing the voice of God.
It’s like…being sure in the fact that everything works out.
It’s like…that one great conversation with a friend.
It’s like…being alive in this moment.
It’s like…not knowing what tomorrow brings.
It’s like…letting go and losing it in praise.
Yeah. It’s like that.
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November 21, 2008 at 12:30 am
Jon Porter (dolza)
i wanted to leave a cooment here for awhile now but never got the chance. I like this poem. To me it does capture what existence is like and how it can be bind or guided. You write very well.