Here I am again!
my emotions flow like a fountain.
I live in comfort, calm and steady,
yet life still craves something unsteady.
I’m done with this endless exhaustion,
with time to spare but no motion.
Is this something I should worry about?
Must I step beyond what I’ve lived without?
Why is it always the opposite?
I long to stand, yet choose to sit.
I love the silence, yet I crave the noise,
I take the hard path as the easier choice.
Yearning and longing fill the emptiness,
yet drifting away eases loneliness.
This is who I am—no one to please,
just let me wander through my fantasies.
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Silence
Non-FictionIncludes poems, random thoughts, analysis and everything that's going on in my mind.... If you're interested about my whereabouts, you're free to visit.
