Sometimes

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Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes I’m uninspired, and I become insensitive
Surrounded by silence and faded lights
I lie among books and scattered notes
Sometimes it isn’t easy to connect with ourselves
It is arduous to overcome such deprivation of sensibility
I try to achieve self-empathy
Sometimes I think that the words are inadequate and restraining
Being the poetry an interplay of words
Where the lyrics are the expression of temporary moods
Witnessing different states of mind and instants of life
Like a camera capturing a precise moment
Like a musical score sharing intimate nuances
Therefore I explore the infinite inside myself
Nullifying every rationality and logic
I achieve a more unconscious awareness of my mind and soul.
Esther Racah

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