We always try to experience
The things of the past.
We try to relive our best days
But we always fall short.
Nothing will give you the rush
A first is not meant repeat
Grasping at the smoke
The illusion of repetition.
Let things go on
Do not cling to what was
Look towards what will be
Experience then let go.
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It's been awhile, sorry. I had to pool my creativity for school projects.
Also if you liked my rambling in this book feel free to check out my new collection thing called "Why Be Normal?" It's a non-fiction work about yours truly. So if you feel like skimming the pages of what makes me, me go ahead.
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
RandomIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
