I keep trying to find meaning in this
meaningless place
no karma, no feeling,
no justice at stake
*
And though they tell us to find gold in the
cold, lonely mines
even the gold seems to find ways to weigh me down
So heavy I'll never find my way up to everyone else
I guess what we put out does come around
*
I'm an empty fish bowl
sushi without rice
santa without elves,
naughty or nice
*
The personification of
going too far
when weeks turn into months and
months into years
I can only hope from a distance, afar
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what makes us ethereal
Poetrya collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
