01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101A Poem by speakingcolorswhat simple complexity. on. off. from this choice, everything else reads. but, if you don't know the key to its design, it can send your head spinning. you can be so confused that it may become unrecognizable, a blurred, endless chain of delusion. it will occupy you in your newfound absence of sleep as you try and decipher its code. the more you try the more it changes, in no seemingly tangible manner. but just as you feel defeated, you pass that moment and you realize it was only complex because you didn't make it simple. after all, that's what makes it so beautiful. on. off. © 2009 speakingcolorsReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 17, 2009 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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