Maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us.
Maybe our delusional heads are giving meaning to things that have no meaning.
Maybe we're clinging to hope so hard that we forgot about reality.
What if we're just lost souls wandering endlessly? Desperately seeking comfort from the notion that things will work out in the end no matter what?
What if we have tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be alright in the end just so we don't have to face the reality that maybe it won't?
What if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be?
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
