we are lost in the deepest chambers of our minds.we are catastrophes bound to happen and floating asteroids about to hit.
yet we are afraid of the damage we can cause.we are afraid to set fire to the world because our loved ones reside in it.so we bathe in our selfishness and wait till the day we cannot hold it and become meteors.then we will course through the atmosphere with nothing holding us back.
we are selfless self-destroyers but at the same time
we are egotistical fiascos.
and we love it.
yet we don't.
//this is written for people who have a rough time deciding who and what they want to be.this poem sort of describes the struggle of not knowing which way to choose.//
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Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
