a life worth living
has ups and downs
twist and turns
something to keep you up at night
makes you head hit the wall
and sometimes it opens a door
a respiration moves in and out
one moment till the next
snowflakes accumulate into
the river of knowledge
one drop in solitude
but together as the sea
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Mumblings of someone who is trying to start their own life
PoezjaA passive journey, if you will. A childhood room with limited space. It is still decorated with all of her things. Nothing changes. She returned to what it was. A shut door with little to no sunlight. Mostly no sunlight. She lives on the weekends wi...
