27th of March 2024,
Wednesday.
When I choose to go,
Perhaps I'll let myself drift away,
I will not say goodbye because it's never about the goodbye.
I will choose to leave in silence
Leaving behind only words
because,
In the end i am immortal (only if I stop thinking) ✨
but,
I don't exist anymore,
What exists now is a dream,
An idea,
An imagination,
Of being full
Full of dreams,
Yet being hollow from inside that even after being this empty,
nothing really fills me up.
~ J.S
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A Diary of my thoughts
PoetryLate night thoughts whispered onto these pages like i wished i whispered them in your ears **About the Book** "A Diary of My Thoughts" is a journey through the soul, capturing love, loss, and longing in heartfelt poems. Written in their raw, unrefin...
