the future stops for no one
it graces us with small
bits that we call happy
& other moments of contentment.
the pressure to feel causes
anger so i just sit back
& breathe in the scenery
what else do i have to
prove his love?!
other than all the pieces
i call answers of grace
the moment when everything
starts to make sense
& we call it fate.
the journey to dare us to move
forward & constantly
change.
our surroundings
our thoughts, images
only seconds worth that
stay in our memory.
the distortion of feelings &
emotions, when really
we are all just dying souls
wandering a never ending
mass of chaos. the light of
hope only carries us so far
eventually we must rest.
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