In our little misery, we find a way to breath
to feel what we were designed to achieve,
even for a minute we forget
what society wants us to be &
how much poison are inside our hearts.
through music, art, literature
we become what we desire to be
even if for a moment only, we feel complete.
when you find something to live for
don't ever let go
just because someone doesn't get it,
f- them & their trapped soul
you go live,
sing that song off key
paint that canvas randomly
write that story terribly
dance clumsily
Do what makes you happy,
you are your own person.
and if you won't make what you thrive
it's such a shame to be.
the universe gave you stars & soul
now it's up to you to make them
Eternal.
< s.m >
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