"burned out flames should never reignite
but i thought you might"
i'm thinking about a lot.
the places i've been, the people i've met and the things i've seen.
a lot of things have proven that i shouldn't chase people who i've already burnt out with, no matter what the circumstances were before.
i don't talk to a lot of people, and that's fine.
they're living their lives and i'm living mine.
kinda sucks some of them aren't around, but they have their reasons and that's alright.
i'm not stressing. we're all gonna be okay.
i'm not gonna try to add more fire to the everlasting flame happening. what's the point of that?
what's the point of throwing negative energy into a HUGE ball of negative energy? it's just gonna grow.
you can't even throw some positives in there because the negatives will possess the positives like it's a poltergeist. but hey, what more can we do except step back and watch it play out how it will now?
shit happens and life happens.
i wanna be taken home, but i don't think my home is a house or a person. i think it's something i have to find inside of myself, i suppose. at this point? maybe that's the right thing. yes, i have the supportive people i love with my heart and existence, but i also need to have some of that love for myself. staying as a guest in other people's homes is a very connective thing bc that means a millions things in one action. what about my home? my own home, that i don't have to show or reveal to anyone unless i decide to, to keep as my own so i know i have a safe space for my thoughts and whatever else i don't want to share about myself.
i want to be my own home.
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Moving Forward
Poetrythis is a new chapter of my life. i'm becoming happier with where i'm going and who i'm going to be. this story will bring the ups and downs of moving passed difficult times and still working through them. i wish you all a good read. thank you (:
