In the beginning every thing is good.
Don't you dare deny it.
Science says that we are born with two fears, loneliness and falling.
We create the rest, the trama, the anxiety. It grows.
It will develop, and attach itself to your soul,
then it's too late.
I'm sorry.
We bloom, we wilt,
we plant seeds, grow again,
Bloom some more,
The cycle never ends because we are not linear beings.
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Feelings are Overrated.
PoetryA story written immensely towards the person I could never forgive. Myself.
