Through My Eyes
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  • Reads 67
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 7
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Nov 16, 2023
Through My Eyes: An Existential Journey

In the labyrinthine corridors of modern existence, I navigate a world both familiar and alien. This introspective journey delves into the depths of my psyche, grappling with a profound disconnection from a society that feels increasingly surreal.

As I recount my personal struggles, each page reveals layers of an internal metamorphosis. Encounters with faceless bureaucrats, elusive aspirations, and haunting memories paint a picture of my soul in perpetual conflict with itself and its surroundings. The world, seen through my eyes, is a series of absurdities and contradictions, where meaning is as elusive as the dreams that fade with the dawn.

"Through My Eyes: An Existential Journey" is not merely a recounting of my trials but an exploration of the human condition itself, questioning the very nature of reality and identity. In a society that often feels like an oppressive maze, this narrative seeks to find fragments of hope and understanding amidst the chaos.

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.