There's always been something strangely
unsettling about birds singing in the dark early dawn of the morning. A haunting echo of yesterday fading into the unknown mysteries of today. The uncertainty is tainted with fear, fear of something once belonging, becoming lost. We desperately try to grip hold of the past in hope of slowing down the future. How can we slow down the future if we've not tackled the now. We cannot face future dreams of yesterday's fate. It's just something we will never understand. Stop searching and start living.
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Fighting The Waves
PoesíaPoems and ramblings of a wandering daydreaming mind. I want to one day raise awareness of mental health related problems. Please take a read.
