17 | nowhere
and I just close my eyes, savour the moment itself when you just didn't lie about it can't get worse. It's just always meant to be like this, half & half—nowhere. Life is a boat without an anchor. It's the moment to take out all breath, it's the moment of knocking down every heath. Still it's always like this. Even when sitting apart with seats alone, there's nothing more distancing than the souls apart. Silence prevails even the unwanted answers, with questions being raised in the unconscious heart. But it's always like this. Nothing can be redo here. I don't wait for second hours anymore whereas I'm an option to learn forward, rather than a zero capacity to withdraw our nostalgic roasts.
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Poetry//clattering thoughts, jumbling ruth // forever lies, forever prejudiced // fumbling fingers, dipped in dangling // [ a prose poetry collection ] ━━━━━━━━ #16 on poetry ( 03.12.2022 )
