I am not. {Poetry}

I am not.


There again.


The palace we inhabit.

Without ourselves.


We loose ourselves in order to see

how it is without.



These are the spots,

the places,

the times,

when we truly find our non existent selves.


The nothing ness resides in our solitude.

For there we begin to see.

To feel.

To fall.


Into the emptiness.

Which is everything. Form. Feeling.




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SR Atchley

SR Atchley

SR is a conglomeration of stardust and karmic evolution, just trying to make sense out of life. She scouts happily for dreams and talent across the globe and works behind the scenes at Rebelle Society. She believes in the powers of goodness and light, and does her best to share these with others through writing, living out loud, and loving deeply. She fancies herself a poet and artist at times. You can connect with SR on Facebook and Twitter. Rebelle On!
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