I no longer wish to find myself for I have realized there is nothing to find. All that there was, nothing remains of it today.
Along the way some I bartered, some they stole and some I threw away.
I feel loss. And I have accepted sadness as the part of the new me.
But there is this looming void.
In this void, I want to create.
Create.
Me.
A better Me
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On the other side of this book, do write with golden ink. :)
Blasphemous Aesthete
Beauitiful,.. Very inspiring ending..!
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Few words. But the right ones.
Incredible artwork/photography, and a truly inspiring poem. Just as the sand cuts through the grass, your poem exposes your truth (some I bartered, Some they stole, some I threw away)in a clean line and gets straight to the important point - I want to create. Beautiful!
Thanks for your visit (Tigerbrite's Blog). I have enjoyed your poems and it's a great sentiment to want to be better me.
Today we wear ourselves down, so tomorrow we can build a new world. Today we break and shatter and crumble into dust, because without it, there is no tomorrow. I loved this more than I can say.
thank you everybody for your visit and your kind comments.
they say to realise.. is the first step.. most of us are stuck right there...
Deep philosophy.
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