what's done is done
the hands move down clockwise and suddenly it's a quarter after set in stone
there is no back, only forward
with everything we know the hands can't move back up counter
there's no point in sitting, reflecting, and regretting
when you can accept, reflect, and move through it
the hands of our timeline never reverse
as unpopular an opinion as it is, the ability to rehearse what's known to come, can very well be a curse
...that couldn't be undone
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
