I don't trust my body, I don't trust myself, I really don't.I feel the rush, I grin, and it falls off when I realize I have felt this way before, my body has been this way, has felt like this before, yet, it has led me astray, so I'm conflicted.
Should I relish in the joyousness of this emotions, the aesthetics of the feelings or run because it feels and tastes like familiar pain.
I stare at the crossroad, and I can only hope the universe is for me this time.
9:20pm
26/07/2021RANTS.
Well, I've emptied it.
Till next time.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...