Just ListeningA Poem by Blank_fortunesIt's not what you hear, it's what you do with it.
Cooking in misery in a kitchen with no seasoning.
Preparing gourmet dishes and serving them to tables of critics who are just listening. Serve them in a timely manner, prepare the dish, and return to your place. When you get to the table they just slide the previous plate away. So this is how real Love feels?
© 2015 Blank_fortunesAuthor's Note
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Added on December 24, 2013 Last Updated on January 4, 2015 AuthorBlank_fortunesDurham, NCAboutOur deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we.. more..Writing
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