people wish for their old beings come back,
they don't like the new ones.
everything is so real now, imagination seems even farther than ever.
the lonely feeling, when you have so many people surrounding you.
also the suffocating feeling, but you've already pushed everyone away from your space.
being stuck in the same place, looking at the past that will never come back.
it's inevitable, change happens. and yes it hurts.
your head can't be fluffy white clouds anymore. gray, thick and ones that pour are the harsh reality.
march 15, 2017
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INSINUATION OF TREPIDATION
Poetry(PART 2) first, comes the tentacles of the fear, naivety, and greed that wrap around our necks. then, comes the blades of courage that prevent them from suffocating us. trep·i·da·tion trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/ noun a feeling of fear or agitation about someth...
