Posted Tuesday, February 25, 2025
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INFP
Virgo
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A deep desire to write, a deep desire to drop words Like water seeping through from the centre of a sponge, it outwards from the centre of my body My heavy dreams of yesterday, my rarefied but lead-filled-like limbs The misty uneasiness that swirls in my lower abdomen My existence floats parallel above my body The dislocation puts me in a time-space trance, keeps my breath from entering my existence, which slowly falls apart before touching it. All of this so gently but unchangeably maintains my melancholy, pure, dry, and inscrutable. So that I often hammer my fist into the air in order to maintain some kind of unspeakable balance. My words and phrases, like snow in my body, slowly drift to the bottom Piling up a solid sense of security. Writing is lax. between the shifting fogs and colours of feelings, thoughts outside of three dimensions and experiences, and blocks of imagery that I can't think of concretly, I wait for words. Mixed with memories from the distant and not-very-distant past, with a touch of melancholy The kind that I hammer into the air in futile attempts to strike, to touch My desire to be understood, and therefore fear of being misunderstood, drives me to describe in ever more obscure and abstract words, ever more delicately sofisticatedly, my everything, everything that’s so bland and obvious that seems so deeply obscure. Why do my extremely straightforward feelings seem so complicated when they are spewed out of my body into the world? My descriptions thus seem not only to reveal, but also to obscure. A labyrinth of layers with no path out. Labyrinth that is nonexistent. But I think this works. Works Excellently. Works Extraordinarily. So that only a handful of people see me naked, while most see me sleeping wrapped in slippery kelp-like layers of layers. Haha, I am happy. I stand bare naked in front of people, but they could only see my skin while in a stupor wearing specially made glasses. My bodys water park filled with slippery kelp liquid, as children swim around with laughter, some rushing down the tall slide, giggling happily, batting into thick, clear goo, and don't need a swimming ring. . #literature #psychology #poetry #poem #poems #infp #infj #enfp #enfj #movies #movie #film #films
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