I was told to listen to what my guts are telling me,
It was telling me no.
But to hell with my gut feeling,
For the first time I wanted to do something I used to be so scared to do—
Though I was in deep doubts, I gave everything a try and made myself believe things will turn out fine eventually.
I constantly feel like I'm in the wrong place and that I'm just convincing myself that this is exactly what I wanted.
Maybe it's just me,
Maybe it's just my mind,
Maybe it has nothing to do with him,
Or maybe
Since the beginning
It was all about what my insticts are telling me.
YOU ARE READING
Skyless constellations
Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
