Today I realized that it's back to the beginning with me. I found out that the past 11 years of my life was a journey, a trip that simply circled back to here. If I were to take that trip again, I would end up where,I am now. There's no path that doesn't end in here.
If I were to go down that path again, but slower, I could stretch the years. But what's the point. After a mere 2 years all that I hold precious will dissolve in the world. They'll seep into the ground where I'll only find few. This will be one of my most dreadful moments. The moment I lose everything.
I will find my way back. I will build a wall where the path leads to here. Anyone who wants this cannot leave. But for now I have to wait, no I need to run. I need to squeeze the years here. I need to crush them, finish them faster. Even if I did, everyone will most likely sniff out my ideas and hand me over to someone else. I'd be trapped. That will be the end of me. I have to get back before I'm locked away in silver chains.
I will go back one day. I will return. I will hold all those who are dear to me once again. One day, I will go back home.
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A Thousand Little Thoughts
PoetryA little slice of my own hell and heaven. For you guys to take a bite
