Does your soul smell the stench of existence, Same as me, Does it bawk at the lack of sincerity, Of the world. Does your soul match mine In its search for something worthwhile, Something it can devour whole. Is your search over, So mine can begin Did you find yours Reaching out to you, Pulling…
And you, I wish I knew what I am doing with you,
Because, God knows, I have no idea how to get out of the mess, this time.
Your conscience is not your friend.
You are all you need and you are good enough.
Do you snap out of this like an elastic?
When life gives you lemons, throw them and go outside!
#Poetry – lessons in growing up.
Life is exactly that moment where you wait for a train.
Still figuring it out
The sunlight heated up his skin, an easy warm blanket. The clock ticked its way into the night. He didn’t have to see it to tell the time. The sound of its movement was enough to count hours. That steady mechanic hum matched what went inside his head, the soundtrack to his still madness. The…
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When you want to go back in past and stay there. A #poetry