fragmented hues.
My mind is being sold again to the depths of that unpleasant cell. The place where it feels like hell; it's all unfortunate to dwell. I just want to do better and to be better enough for anyone. I want to be held for the longest time even if it makes me the most arrogant person in the room. I just want peace. I want my mind to feel at ease. Because I don't know what to do anymore. I'm constantly venting and blabbering unnecessary thoughts. I don't want this kind of drama within me. Is this the consequence of being too free? Do I deserve to be lost in the vanity of the sea and be drowned by its shallow course? Do I deserve this darkness? This 'inevitable' curse? Sometimes when it gets too shallow, I'll just let myself drown and pretend I snoozed. Hoping that when I opened my eyes, I could finally see the sky and breathe the salt breeze while I floated amongst the rescue boats. I will let myself die to see the value of life — because you could really never know what it's worth until it's gone. Such a grimly mindset, disappointing indeed. I was hoping for myself to be strong as I pace this path; may I proceed with caution to avoid the fragments that were scattered in my way. Because if this is such a thing that I believe, then I'm afraid to live with it.
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
