Indigo

As I meddle with vibrations I feel more in line with your energy; or your energies, your moods and ways that you shift.

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The pull and push of gravitational tides.
Magnetically tied.
Spirituality, a newly found gift that has me connected to so many plains.

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So, you don’t need to tell me twice in order for me to see life from your eyes when I already feel so one in the same.

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As if our lifetimes we’re in parallel.

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I never once imagined a day where we’d be separated and I’d be wallowing. Reminiscent of your ways, your waves.
How ultraviolet you were.

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I’ve heard of indigo as an aura, but I swear down I saw indigo in the flesh. She was the embodiment of free spirited.

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Free from rules and limitations.
Free from definitions and explanations.

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An abstraction.

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Where I would be left mesmerised tryna figure out the details. Reading between non-existent lines.

I almost got addicted to her euphoria.

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We were in country lanes a break from this tempered city.
Where black crows turned into blue coated magpies and red chested robins.

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We were in country lanes but I was lost in an indigo dream.

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Unable to tap back into reality, sometimes it’s hell for me, because not all is sweet.
Sometimes the wind whispers sweet nothings into my ear and I believe, Nature’s scheme.

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How do I grow from this?