At this point I cannot tell you
if I am alive or just breathing.
I cannot tell you
if I am drowning or simply falling at the seams.
I cannot say if I am alright
or falling apart.
I cannot say I am certain
because what used to be clarity,
is now obscurity.
Because the life we "live" is a series of unspoken thoughts and unmade actions.
It is a motionless dance in which the moves are forgotten and the music is missing.
Life is now filled with our mindless minds and our careless souls.
Life is not what it was,
or perhaps, it never was what we thought it was to begin with.
Perhaps life never was.
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The Heart Chronicles
Poetry❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}
