I know this won't be a poem but much less a message.
It's been too long since I've written some of my words out,
noticing that there is already much done,
Feeling the need to write doesn't seem to be as important as it used to.
I'm happy that I'm able to be quiet when the world is loud and being loud when the world is quiet.
It's been a hell of a ride,
a ride I'm not willin to take again.
There's new emotions I've felt within the last few days and I'm still trying to figure out how to co-exist with something that exist since the begin of my life.
This showed me that growing up will show you more problematical shit and you not knowing what to do other than running.
"One step at a time",
said a wise friend.
YOU ARE READING
Lessons Learnt and mistakes made
PoetryI hope god forgive us for the mistakes we had no choice in doing but to do so for your own survival, amen
