Purity

<font type="Times New Roman" size="3" color="blue"> -- More words from times of reflection, insanity consumes me in those times. And... Safe to say I make no sense.. For this poem I use a wax method. Drop random drops of wax onto paper. Randomly, all over.. Write words around the wax. It prevents you from forming correct sentences.. It helps me to open up to feelings rather than constrict myself to proper writing.. Which is something I do not aim for when writing, properness. Try it. Use colored wax, then when it peels off not only does it leave color, but it makes it somewhat transluscent. So on the paper following that piece, you can write words to show through the see through wax spots. -- Here I sit. Object of release... Firmly... Nestled it is. In my releaser. Planted on receiver. Receiver of all. Pain. Glory. Sadness. Excitement. Love. Anger. Hate. Happiness. And... In its rarest form. The feeling of.. Nothingness. Burdens I so helplessly spring onto you. Reward? With good comes bad good receiver. Or.. Did I say, of backwards meaning? Indeed I did. But often it is... In truest form.. You say what you feel to mean rather than intend to mean.. Truth. Purity. Purest form.</font>