Searching For Anything, But Me

01/17/25 • 0 min

Leaving the old version of you behind, is searching for anything but me. So unrecognizable, all of it had to burn to the ground, to become who are. The embers, the flames was the only thing left of your past. Nothing could replace the past, it could never be revisited or restored. It was gone forever. The ones who you used to know, the ones you used to speak to, are forever strangers to you. A stranger you can’t recognize or reconcile, is a stranger that won’t remember what they did. For the ending to happen this way.

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When The World Tries To Break Your Heart

The waterfall of tears, the shattered parts of an heart that could never be fixed. When the world breaks your heart, there are only two choices. All the metaphors chosen, the first choice is let the failure consume you or learn from the failure to raise. Poetry can be a mystery within itself when it’s written from experience. Experience is what builds a foundation, and it’s what keeps the foundation firm and strong. The choice is yours with how you want to continue your life.

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