I don’t know how to arrange these words,
So they’d make sense,
Somehow.
I don’t know how to be there, sometimes,
When it all counts.
I don’t know how to get out of my head,
We seem closer there,
It is a mess; an exhausting chaos.
I don’t know my resolve, anymore,
It shatters at the slightest hit these days.
I don’t know why I am writing this particularly,
I have nothing to say after all.
I don’t know what the future holds,
I don’t want to think about it, not really.
I don’t know how this all pans out,
How do I make sense of shifting time without losing my mind?
I don’t know how to be warm,
Without leaving some parts out.
I don’t know a lot of things,
I reckon I never will.
I don’t know anything anymore,
It feels.
I don’t know why I feel so trapped,
When everything seems to be working fine.
I don’t know how to let myself out.
©flyingonemptythoughts
Maybe nobody knows.
But we make it through.
You nailed it…
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Thanks Suyash , here’s hoping.
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think love, but while you’re on the banks of the arabian sea. think as to how beautifully the horizon embraces the sea. think how the cripples adorn, only to make you smile! think beautiful, and smile my love! 🙂
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Wow. That was beautiful! I love the word choice and overall message!
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Thanks so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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