reverberation: that last for long time and makes things to shake
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cycle of life exists inherently—
in time, in seasons, in language, in trends.
to describe the journey in its essence,
it begins from light-years to roadscapes.
driving becomes a metaphor for freedom, for uncertainty—
a cycle of eye contact, silences, touch,
and distances spoken in between.
late-night drives to morning drop-offs,
an act of emotion, of change, of intimacy.
whats left behind, and what’s coming next—
what passes through, returns again.
what was born will die within.
the destination was never the point of focus—
but a center convulsing with meaning,
radiating across the diameter of this journey.
the road always leads us somewhere—
perhaps, to yourself within.
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Poetry[ FEATURED IN (LOVE TIDES) READING LIST OF WATTPAD POETRY 2022 ] ❝ let the light pass through you ❞ ── where she put her finger on her lips and let her thoughts wove into apathetic words 【 a poetry collection...
