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Residing in Limbic Spaces

Amae
2 min readJan 23, 2025
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In limbic spaces
You caught my eye.
Tell me now, what am I supposed to do?
Now, my heart is feeling blue, and it is all because of you.

A serendipitous find, now beauty is mine to steal.
I paint a picture — watercolours. The hues are thinly defined — almost a veneer painted over a canvas. The textures, of which, I can see behind the thin wash.
Tell me, is it a superfluous find?
The brushes of colour wash over me.

I create a holy scripture — for words I cannot find.
The feeling is sublime.
In your aura, I am reeling.
The emotions are fleeting.
They manifest ephemeral joys.

I am catching wishes out of an air that is rarefied.
For there are no words from those whose voices are seldom heard.
I seek to capture beauty.
Yours is mine, your heart to steal.

Existing in the humdrum,
my heart is sunk.
Tell me, what am I supposed to do
Existing in limbic spaces
I feel the mellow blue
my heart is chased
I am chasing butterflies in summer skies.

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Amae
Amae

Written by Amae

Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)

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