AUGUST PROSE
This morning felt... different.
The world is still as cruel as it can be—
but it is quiet. And it was not the type I wanted.
There was peace, there was quiet.
Now I know the difference between those two.
I think this is the current truth I have to accept.
Because if you cannot find a solution to a problem,
then it is the truth.
But it is a matter of perspective...
not everything can be a problem—
some things can be a challenge,
and if it's a challenge
all you need to have is
patience.
The beautiful noise of the world will return,
you just need to wait for it with a better intention—
genuine smile will never come out of forced laughters.
It has been an addictive ride
but all addictive things is
destructive at its end.
And that is a whole 'nother type of noise.
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PETALS & THORNS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry that summarizes the writer's month.
