i’m a big fan of just letting things be.
but i am a fan of overthinking things too.
and when the time of worrying comes again,
i try to comfort and remind myself
that everything, including me,
will soon find its place.i often purposely forget that though,
because i want to feel the sadness
burying its nails into my flesh.
it is not satisfying to breathe
with grief coming out as i exhale,
but i honestly want for it to stay
because i want to be familiar with it.
so familiar, to the point that i will see it
soon as nothing big deal but a mere filler
to my boring days.
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Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."