I'm lost in the directions I know well.
Maybe it is the brewing storm dancing in my pathway,
Or the rising mayhem in my ever so typical head.
My head tilts high,
My eyes cast straight,
I walk with my heart drumming in an eccentric beat,
Allowing the rising mayhem to continue their deafening screams.
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Rarity is happiness knocking on my door,
Thank you ❤.
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PoetryWhere there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumenta...
