You might not see it but I am lost. In between cycles I breath in this world I no longer feel attached too.
I have everything I have wanted for the past few years and now I am afraid it too may pass.
I am lost in the time I have. Afraid of letting it move forward. I hide behind imagination. I hide behind the fake reality of a multiverse of possibilities.
I think to myself. If I don't do anything, if I don't move forward, then time will stop and I will be happy again. And even as I say it, I know.
I know that I am illuded inside this mirror. That I am not seeing the world but instead a twisted version of itself.
I am lost in the time we have left, but if I stagnate you will still be moving. And soon enough you'll come to realize you have overcome me and know - the only way to move on is to leave me behind.
And yet I am still, procrastinator, frozen mirage of a person I should have been years ago.
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Prosas & Poemas
AléatoireHá dias em que aparece uma musa vinda de algum canto escondido da minha mente... Aqui ficam as recordações com que ela me prenda. Some days a muse comes to me, coming from a hidden corner of my mind... Here are the memories she gifts me.
