It’s been repeating, I’ve been replaying. All the things I’ve fixed, in the end just mixed. I thought that this could be wrong, I need special sessions which are long. Yet this is a reminder, that in the end I can recover. The mirror has cracked tons of times already, I need to think of […]Read More 77. Your reflection is still there even though the mirror has cracked.
As time passed, it felt like it was the last. The final blooming of the season, and I still have no thoughts to reason. The leaves are drying out, I had no words to spout. Not even as my mind whirl, I go to the bed silently and curl. Yet I have a strong faith, […]Read More 76. The leaves are drying out.
The time we dedicate to sleep, that’s when my thoughts go deep. Thinking about things, I pry away the darkness they bring. The moon shines bright, full. I try to be happy and let other’s be fooled. Because at night is where it begins, when my thoughts become severely mean. Yet the moonlight reflects and […]Read More 75. It’s the night that rivals you.
They linger somewhere, somewhere hidden so there’s no one who cares. You try to fight back against them, but you end up looking like a mayhem. It should’ve been a blooming garden, yet it’s just dirt like all it has ever been. You still try and water the remaining, “Failure” is what you’ve been hearing. […]Read More 74. You can’t sleep that well.
The decision is imminent, living fully must be prominent. So here’s to throwing the unnecessary, even if it’s something to do so as not easy. To this, there’s the farewell, those who care will tell. The focus will be with reality, with the inspiration coming from the fantasies. Here is the dedication, unimportant details to […]Read More 73. This doesn’t matter.