"the translucent lights straining against the vast territory of darkness they are set upon,
are beckoning us to s l u m b e r,
yet here i lie, suffering,
as a plethora of thoughts overwhelm me like a hailstorm,
and my body searching for the very thing I lack,
s o l a c e.
i merely stare at the overcast sky,
waiting for daylight to shine across the windows.
it's ironic how i d e s i r e what comes so easily to others.
something is always keeping me up at night, stirring inside of me.
perhaps it's the inability to forget what has gone past,
or even the resentment for what i could never have."
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Hi everyone! :) I'm really sorry for the slow updates :( But thank you so much for the 1000+ reads for Parallel Ideology and the 800+ reads for catharsis! It means so much to me, thank you thank you ahhh!
I hope this makes up for it :)
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Catharsis
Poetryca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All...
