Apr 30
Maybe I didn't make a plan because I didn't think I would last this long.
Some people have a calling.
A job they were made to do.
A task they were designed to complete. A riddle to solve, a puzzle to put together.
I feel like most people know this.
They know their calling.
I always felt I had so many options, so many opportunities that I could choose later.
Figure it out later.
Realise later.
But now is later.
And I don't know what to do with myself.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Поэзия365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
