Some art of war
As a child I fear that I fail to realize who's the enemy, who's in the wrong. Who I should give away my heart to and appreciate it all while I'm supposed to be enjoying the most "exciting" part of my life. I think that I struggle to realize what makes me strong or weak in the art of war, and all I can do is pretend to be blind to the aching and say that I have nothing left to give.
I just wish I could understand the full concept of it. So then maybe i'd know how to focus my efforts into one person, i could know how to trust, and live a life worth living. And life that is worthwhile because I like to not because I have to.
As stupid as it may seem to say, our world revolves over multiple topics of which id be delighted to say are very nice, sometimes. For example, I believe some of us have become infatuated with the idea that there is someone out there for everyone. That there's a spot for love, big enough to be available for them all the time. I won't be cynical, but I agree it's a little hard to believe. There are many people in this world, and just as time goes by, friends, people, pets, and a lot of other things just go away with time.
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Whirlpool
PoetryPoems, thoughts, words. Life is an interesting thing This was finished the year 2021
