A faded dream
and a distant speak;
ten years,
one decade-
ever so far away
yet ever so close,
ever so tired
yet ever so awake
and aware of the self
that was lost,
perished,
thrown into deep space
never to be recycled.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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