Some of our stories aren't meant to be told.
Some stories affect us so much that they become a part of us. Like a heavy bag we carry on our backs, we think of it often. We detest it.
Some stories just lose relevance. We no longer feel for them. Like stories of old lovers and stale kisses.
Some stories are too dirty for pure minds. They will taint your eyes so you no longer perceive the world as you used to.
Some stories are pushed into the back of our minds. They eventually pop up and torment us. They will circle is until we go dizzy with an old reality.
Some stories are just not meant to be told.
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Nocturnal Musings
PoetryShort little things I write. They're usually things I think of when I'm in a thoughtful mood. They're not that good but I try my best.
