Through the fog of despair, “It’s where you feel that everything is fleeting—the moon hangs in the sky, unchanged, yet everything else feels so different.”
Isn’t it ironic?
Isn’t it all just subjective?
What once felt vibrant now seems like a shadow of its former self.
Doors are now slammed, emotions are suppressed, creativity is stomped out.
Words don't whisper anymore ,
Dreams are not fantasized anymore,
Windows no longer shows a sky filled with stars anymore .
Isn’t it ironic?
Isn’t it all just subjective?
Chimes ring out like distant memories ;
Now this is somewhere near where you don't know what you should do...the chimes are ringing like before tho...
It's somewhere where you wish for forever sleep, the chimes are ringing like before tho...
It's where you feel it's up, the moon is still the same tho.... It's somewhere where you can get cuts on your body sprinkle salt on them but still this pain will be greater..... greater than never before......
Isn’t it ironic?
Isn’t it all just subjective?
But this pain runs deeper_
Greater than ever before.
A relentless tide that pulls you under,
Where hope flickers like a dying flame.
Doors are now slammed,
Emotions suppressed,
Creativity stomped out.
The chimes ring out, just like before, but they feel hollow now. It’s a space where you find yourself wishing for eternal sleep, yet those chimes keep reminding you that time marches on.
“Tell me, A'Lan, how do we navigate this maze of emotions? How do we reclaim our dreams?”
“Not every day feels like a promise of hope. Some mornings greet us with shadows instead of sunlight, and we find ourselves wandering through the mundane, waiting for something—anything—to ignite a spark.
This is the answer - by waiting.”
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_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
