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Lonely thoughts of yesterdayβ will come back to haunt you. Memories of the future, will creep in. Isolation, desolation βcaptivation. These shall be of things that you can be proud of. You may not be alone, but you are still alone.
And where does the soul reside? Where do you think it lives? What kind of environment do you think it thrives in? Would you say it thrives in solitude? Or perhaps when we're abandoned? That doesnβt sound like a very satisfying answer. But what about when we're completely isolated? We've become so lonely. We've become so disconnected from ourselves. Do we need this much silence? We lose sight of the beauty around usβ the beauty in us. And what happens when there isn't enough of ourselves around to remind us? When there aren't any voices left to tell us otherwise?
In solitude; alone, then you may feel like your loneliness is overwhelming. Or does it us the strength to face loneliness and still be happy? To exist is hard. You need energy, a soulβfind it, in isolation.
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And if I missed you more... bitte komm zurΓΌck.
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glΓΌck
Depressed statues
βWhatβs crazy is this human heart of ours. Clumped up veins pumping blood and yet...we follow it? Seriously. Unreal. What's insane is that I thoughtβno...I believed that maybe, just MAYBE some things would be different or change. And yet...? Almost the same.
For granted, feeling depleted, wanting to live off the grid. For the memories are all great, my mind in a state of confusion and my heart? Pieces. No puzzle to be built.
|| ill and considering. There are only a few days left until the start of a new year. Unable to sleep, yet thinking and yawning nonetheless. What are you mulling over? I'm trying to think when my head is pounding and my bones hurt. No regrets or grievances. because everything operates through a process of lessons and learning. With each dozy cough, I'll look forward to the New Year as these pains gradually go away and I continue to believe the impossibility.
Where do you start when you feel despondent? not the feeling about being alone. However, the only factor. nowhere to fit. being nothing in a world that is something.
When your voice falters, your heart beats in trembling clef rhythms; but, when you do feel stronger, why does it fade?
No depression. No isolation. a feeling of separation on the inside. How can you fight that sensation? There are no materials. no substances
My words are failing, and the pen is on the page. I'm eagerly awaiting the boomerang-like return of my hopes.
Where do I go now that I feel so alone?
Here. I came here. It was noted down.
From: Angieπ
To: Your self right now. It'll all be okay. π€
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reminder to self: u are worthy and loved, good things are coming ur way !!!!
As strange as it may sound, transferring poems from one place to another is like moving a nearly complete home to an overly cluttered lot. Then again, my poetry is overly cluttered, and clunky, hackneyed and stilted have been called.
Daily Affirmation β‘
To begin once more, almost reborn? Does that make any sense in the slightest? Or am I crossing the threshold of denial. solutions, I want solutions. Will that put out the festering and flora and fauna fire inside of me? solutions.
Riddle me this...and achieve this to the point where my eyes sink in. What am I gaining, if there's some thing to benefit? Retreating into my own mind creating conditions that haven't and won't appear. Crazy? possibly. Insane? it truly is a piece on the splitting facet. So many matters at bayβmy fingertips stained in within the blood of what may be. ...it is simply that, what could be...
Where's my Jacob Marley when I want him? Am I too forging the chain link by link, yard by yard? Where are the three spirits with the intention to help me alternate my ways? I'm calling outβ I'm yelling in. I am full of light and rain. Extra solar than rain, more tears than ache, and this...like many different writings is an ode for development. Angelina! you are okay. it's going to all get greater later... And remember later doesn't mean today, tomorrow, or next weekβ it just means later.
gentle reminder that you did nothing wrong by putting yourself first! β‘
