Trysts
I'm not delusional; I had proper meditations; notes lined.
Act like I have everything under control, but it was all just in my mind.
I don't want to be at the top because it's dark and twisted.
I avoid being at the bottom because I don't want to be controlled.
I once made two characters; they weren't a couple, but they once stayed with me hand in hand.
Their names were stoic and bleak; they were from a made-up land.
My meetings with my inadequacy and agony weren't romantic.
But, unfortunately, we had a weird love-hate relationship.
I was optimistic and warm, but I can't shake off my strong connection with anxiety.
I'm scared of the future and what it holds.
Negativity and bad comments can make me fold.
I wasn't all happy and laid.
All my worries are on a parade.
Secret gatherings of bad thoughts and a few sessions with anger and sadness.
Fall apart and die—never got a chance.
My trials were a good source of realizations.
"I'm good enough" and "no" were spoken with hesitation.
rei
Mon, Sep 30 04:44 PM
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PuisiRecords of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everythin...
