Something has changed.
I just could not put the pieces together as if I were solving an extreme and complex jigsaw puzzle. But I have never been sure of something before until now.
I belittled love too much that I never thought it would catch me one day. My usual morning routines felt as if I am always doing it for the first time, greeting the skies and the birds with an upward-curved lip stickered on my face.
Mrs. Jordan's garden has always felt dead despite the flowers blooming bright. But today, it feels as if they were singing me best wishes and this flourishing sensation I am keeping deep within. If flowers could speak, I am pretty sure they'd give the prettiest giggles to the stories I'd tell.
I used to raise an eyebrow at women acting foolish whenever they were close to the people they like, but I never thought I would end up being more stupid than they were. Always almost stumbled, fell, and tripped, plus my legs never stopped shaking – so, this is how it feels. I never admired someone the way I did you.
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The Brain is Never at Rest
PoetryHi. This is a collection of the pieces I wrote for the past years. If some of these sounded or looked familiar, it's because I've posted them in another account I used to go by. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I hope you'll have a fu...
