high rise into the laughter,
we become jesters with no punch line,
philosophers of other dimensions,
inventors to the future,
following no science when explaining the world,
spirits free and roaming,
cold air making us sweat the energy away,
racing our mind,
still at the seat,
draining the silences of it's existence,
and we stay in the paradox of our rise,
till we become one.
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023