There's a million little daydreams in the field of dandelions that encompasses all of life. The turtle rests on the bed of unfulfilled wishes and failed manifestations. The word on the street is that living life comes at a price and we're all enslaved at the mercy of these greens, like turtles on their back, trying to fall back on our feet. These feet they carry the burden of a breathing bodies of dead men who have lost luxury, life and love. The thing about human love is that it has the intensity and power to be all consuming with its nature of wishful deceit and the thing about hurt is that it's but a product of the difference between wishful deceit and the truths of reality. Perhaps loving someone is the beginning of loosing them, because loss is inevitable and loving is human.
- yuva
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Heartache & Hope
PoetryA compilation of the experiences I encountered and the emotions I felt on my journey to heal from heartache I the purest vessel of art and expression: poetry.
