As far as my mind goes, I think about it.
I've questioned why I always thought about it.
When I know very well that I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of it becoming a soon reality.
I can't help it but feel the need to be prepared.
Prepared for the kind of pain.
Yet I know that my heart shall never be prepared.
It's too stubborn, blinded by its love.
It's so sure, my guts yells so.
But yet my mind never seems to be at rest.
Why? I guess I'd never seem to know.
Maybe it's past trauma, uncertainty of the unpredictable.
Maybe it's just me, an overthinker.
Be whatever it may, it's never going be sane.
It's always so chaotic, yet I've found my peace.
An antidote, my love.
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Eunoia • Book Three
Poetrycurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ Book Three of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words di...
