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I am a toolmaker I am always busy bent over the workbench of my mind What I form is exquisite and strong to keep up the creation of elegant lines and rounded edges. My tools are diaphanous lighter than air
Not to show the sadness in her eyes and the sudden tremor caused by pain she moves slowly through her elegies with her feature's tenuous bouquet, wildly tied and almost loosely held. Half forlorn and somehow lingering
I have a cold store for my feelings the unbearably painful ones colour coded in red, packed in ice, and kept in the deep freeze for the time being to retain my sanity. I froze the amber coloured ones, ,
You and me, we both are born tight-rope walkers balancing the act of living precariously. We are trained to look upwards towards the blue sky and the airiness of being. One glance downwards could annihilate and