The world seems so big from the confinements of our room
The window makes such a small visual of such a big world
Once we step from outside of a space we are so familiar with and out into the real world it seems our perception becomes much more...smaller
All we see is ahead never looking back never looking to the sides of us
just ahead
The world has become so small
It never grows
Until we make it grow
Art by: Arnold Böcklin(isle of the dead)
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Why my soul is tired
PoetryThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
