Seven billion souls
milling round
in confusion
in frustration
in desolation
in isolation
in depression
in anticipation
in expectation
in hope
on this relentlessly
spinning planet.
Somehow ours
collided.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not one of my new posts. But when souls collide ….
Art by Hamish Blakely
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
libbyhyett
September 11, 2019 at 9:11 pm
Correct.
On Wed, 11 Sep. 2019, 10:17 pm A Faded Romantic’s Notebook, wrote:
> Romantic Dominant posted: ” Seven billion souls milling round in > confusion in frustration in desolation in isolation in depression in > anticipation in expectation in hope on this relentlessly spinning planet. > Somehow ours collided.” >
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Romantic Dominant
September 11, 2019 at 9:16 pm
Smiles
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patti o'malley (@OzoneparkPatti)
September 11, 2019 at 9:21 pm
This collision was deemed by fate, and possibly a higher intervention..
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Romantic Dominant
September 11, 2019 at 9:36 pm
Possibly. Though I am not a believer in higher interventions. Smiles.
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patti o'malley (@OzoneparkPatti)
September 12, 2019 at 2:11 am
You missed the point..
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Romantic Dominant
September 12, 2019 at 6:38 am
Smiles. I often do.
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patti o'malley (@OzoneparkPatti)
September 12, 2019 at 9:30 am
I was implying to an altered state of feelings, and no Sir you never miss the point:)
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Romantic Dominant
September 12, 2019 at 12:56 pm
Smiles
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thereluctantpoet
September 13, 2019 at 12:29 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Romantic Dominant
September 13, 2019 at 6:58 am
Thank you. Smiles.
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