Our love was a cat chasing its tail.
We have want we want,
Yet we are blind to see that we already have it.
We hold on to the illusion of chasing when all we need to do is stop and look back.
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PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
Day 144
Our love was a cat chasing its tail.
We have want we want,
Yet we are blind to see that we already have it.
We hold on to the illusion of chasing when all we need to do is stop and look back.
