I wake up, and I forget I already dreamt it. Maybe because it felt so real, I figured it had already happened. The mind is complex, and I wonder what it means. I wonder where it comes from. And I wonder. I wonder if it’s real, something that lives deep, deep inside me. Something reserved …
Tag: Poetry
When the Exit Closes
I drove down a new road on a promising night; It was the kind of night that you remember. There was something special about the way the sun was setting As I navigated to find a place for the next adventure. As exciting as these new roads were, I felt my mind so close to …
The Broken Teacup
There was this teacup I used to pour my favorite herbs. I held it multiple times a day and it always kept me warm. After some wear and tear, parts began to break. I couldn't bring myself to discard it and instead stored it away. Either way, I found no use for it as summer was fast …
Filling up the Void
There was a void when you left. A melancholic emptiness. No appetite to move. No desire to be seen. Much less, let the sunlight nourish the void. Tempted to lose my faith. And vulnerable to becoming jaded, like you. I pondered at the depth of this emptiness. I asked myself why this numbness occurs and what I …
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