In the grand scheme of things, I sometimes feel like this tiny grain of sand on a vast beach. if I ever say that one grain goes missing on a beach, no one would notice. People usually reply that the ones around it would, But surrounded by other grains, I wonder if those grains would also notice if I were gone.
Think about a broken piece – shattered so many times that it loses its value and kind of disappears. Just being there doesn't seem to matter much, and it makes me think about what changes when I'm not around.
It's not about wanting to disappear completely, but more about being like a missing piece carried away by the sea while the others stay on the shore. I want to be a bit special, to be missed when I'm not there.
The feeling is there – not wanting to vanish entirely, just wishing to be gone like a missing part, taken by the waves.
And in my daydreams, I'm whisked away by the crashing waves of the sea while the others stay on the shore... and miss me.
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Lost in the Desert of Change: Navigating Relationships and Self-Discovery
Poetry"Lost in the Desert of Change" is a brief yet heartfelt thing I wrote about the challenges of evolving relationships. It reflects on the confusion and discomfort that arise when familiar connections take unexpected turns. The narrative explores the...
