I'm a little too lost,
In my thoughts
Of the mountains and the sea,
Of the desert and the trees.
I'm a little too lost,
In places I've never been,
With people I'm not with.
I'm a little too lost,
In stories I'm not a part of,
With characters one can only dream of.
And its only in being lost like this,
Can I really find bliss,
Can I really find me.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, a pull stirs within, peeling back every layer to reveal the raw terrain of your emotions. Memories surge-echoes of what once dominated, now striking with familiar intensity. Years of unspoken weight break free, pouring forth a torrent of m...
