Tie the knots
that came undone;
bind the expectations
we know you held-
try to make
what you can
of this stone-cold world
until the day comes
when you cannot anymore,
and then tell the others
that you must bid adieu,
go on the mission
to the life you always,
or never,
desired.
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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