Ataraxia is the state, when reminiscent that you came across things, wish you hadn't. You draped in the gospel of things, wish you could take back.
And the mind catechizes "Why you're the one who's always put up in the thick of it all?"
As you come to a halt abruptly soliloquizing and hurting,
I wish I could hand over the abode of ink to each one of you and tell
my dear, I go through the same ins and outs of palinoia.
Aftermath gently remind you, that the world has granted us POETRY.
Now, you must give it right back,
go on...every word of today's scribbles will turn out into that ineffable saga.
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YOU ARE READING
•UNAVOWED TALES•
PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
