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THE TRUTH IS IT'S HARD TO KNOW WHO TO TRUST. ALWAYS ERR ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION AND LISTEN TO YOUR INTUITION. IF SOMETHING DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT QUESTION IT... TRUST YOURSELF. TRUST YOUR INTUITION.

BEEN LISTENING TO THAT SONG SUDDENLY I SEE HOPING IT WILL HELP MY VISION PROBLEMS LIKE A MANTRA OR SOMETHING AND A LINE IN THERE JUMPED OUT AT ME...SHE LOVES TO LEAVE YOU HANGING ON A WORD SO I JUST HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT...

I WAS WATCHING A MOVIE AND THINKING ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH THE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS AND THEN THOUGHT OF THIS STUFF...IT WAS WEDDING MARCH THREE HERE COMES THE BRIDE...THINKING HOW EVERYONE VIEWS STUFF BASED ON THEIR OWN EXPERIENCES AND DOESN'T THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT THE PEOPLE ACTUALLY INVOLVED AND WHAT THEIR EXPERIENCES ARE OR KNOW WHEN TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT OR OFFER ADVICE OR OPINIONS...IT CAN BE A SLIPPERY SLOPE...WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE IT IS UP TO THE ONES IT TRULY AFFECTS PERSONALLY AND ULTIMATELY THEIR OWN DECISION AND CHOICE THAT THEY NEED TO LIVE WITH...I GUESS...ANYWAY THIS JUST CAME TO ME...WHILE WATCHING AND THINKING ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON THERE...

FEINT OR FAINT...I REMEMBER FAINTING IN CHURCH AS A KID IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH WHEN THEY WOULD DO THE STATIONS OF THE CROSS AND IT WAS HOT IN THERE AND CROWDED AND I HAD MY COAT ON AND THE INCENSE SMELL WAS OBNOXIOUSLY STRONG. IT FELT HARD TO BREATHE LIKE I COULDN'T GET ANY FRESH AIR...THEN FEELING DIZZY AND FINALLY COLLAPSING...SCARY STUFF...HAVE YOU EVER FAINTED...WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT IT...NOT VERY FUN IS IT...SCARY STUFF... DO YOU EVER GET PANIC ATTACKS OUT OF THE BLUE ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE SO YOU HYPERVENTILATE AND CAN'T SEEM TO CATCH YOUR BREATH......THAT IS PRETTY SCARY TOO...OR FEELING CLAUSTROPHOBIC...I REMEMBER BEING IN A CROWD AT CHICAGO FEST FOR A JOURNEY CONCERT. IT WAS VERY HOT AND SO CROWDED AND PEOPLE WERE PUSHING THEIR WAY INTO THE CONCERT AND KNOCKED DOWN A FENCE. THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS TRYING TO PUSH MY WAY OUT OF THERE GOING AGAINST THE CROWD...TALK ABOUT CLAUSTROPHOBIC...TALK ABOUT PANIC ATTACKS...GEEZ...I HATE BEING IN CROWDS NOW...I DON'T EVER WANT TO RELIVE THAT FEELING...FUNNY SUCH A SHORT POEM CONJURES UP SO MANY MEMORIES...NOT GOOD ONES...

I MIGHT DITCH THE LAST VERSE CUZ I DON'T USUALLY SWEAR. TOO MUCH SOAP IN MY MOUTH IN MY YOUNGER DAZE LEAVES A BAD TASTE IN MY MOUTH IN MY HEAD...I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THE OFFENDING WORDS WERE I GOT THAT FOR CUZ I KNEW BETTER THAN TO SWEAR. IT ALWAYS AMUSES ME THINKING ABOUT WHAT IS A GOOD WORD AND WHAT IS A BAD WORD...LIKE WHO MADE THOSE RULES AND WHY DO WE STICK TO THEM...ANYWAYS JUST GOT UP AND WROTE THIS WITH A TUNE STUCK IN MY HEAD...SO MORE LYRICS THAN POETRY...IT IS WHAT IT IS...

THIS JUST HAPPENED...

FOR WHOM IT MAY CONCERN. HOPE THIS MESSAGE REACHES YOU.

SAW A WRITERS DIGEST POETRY PROMPT TO WRITE AN ESCAPE POEM. THIS IS WHAT CAME TO MIND. SEEMS WE ALL ESCAPE IN DIFFERENT WAYS  BUT ALL OF US FEEL THE NEED TO DO IT. I KNOW SOME USE DRUGS OR ALCOHOL BUT CHOSE TO LEAVE THAT OUT OF MY POEM...THE UNDERLYING QUESTION IS WHY WE ALL SEEM TO HAVE THE NEED TO ESCAPE IN SOME WAY EVERYDAY...WEIRD PHENOMENON...WORTH EXPLORING.

EASIER SAID THAN DONE I SUPPOSE