Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Assembling Particles


Scratching at the surface, watching for signs of innate life, still alive and realigning itself with all new properties and designs, fitting themselves into patterns.
Seeing all the depths being fathomed in formulas and equations, becoming particles of a new energy, being assembled inside my mind and being.
Tracing inner thoughts, keeping calm within, yet feeling distraught at times.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (3/25/2014 4:00:00 PM)

    a little too deep for me i'm afraid. but i saw another one on my way to this one. i'll check that one out. thanks for sharing.. bri :) (Report) Reply

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