life is split into chapters,
and i often wish it wasn't
i wish life was a book of one long continuous paragraph
one run-on sentence that fills up pages and pages
and the only ending being the period on the last
but i find that life is full of so many endings.
sun setting. leaves falling. cars driving away.
breakups. graduation. retirement.
why do endings even matter
if they mean other things are bound to begin
does it ever even give us closure
is it ever even satisfying
when we focus so much on the leaving
instead of the going to.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
