I black out.
In my mind I feel the river of my conscious move,
Not slowly,
But gushing and rushing,
Racing for the end.
Yet,
There is no end,
Memories move as you switch currents on my river path.
It may seem the deeper you go,
The darker it might get
And you fear that your inner demons are lurking within,
But you are safe.
Because the deeper you get,
You finally find the light beyond all that darkness,
Beyond all those callus paths,
There was something warm at the end.
There is no rainbows and unicorns,
Or sun shine and daisies.
There is just a feeling.
This emotion,
That washes all worries away
And leaves you to relax.
~SHANEL
YOU ARE READING
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Random'It will not just be a book of short poems that probably won't even rhyme but a book of stories, showing everything in the world through the perspective of a young girl.'
