I am a wayward child
consumed by wanderlust.
I long to relinquish
the one I saw
in the mirror
I thirst for the moment
of freedom
at my glass
I yearn for the time
where sadness
can't be found.
I have a
precarious journey
where the ending
is still unknown
yet I'll take the road
of immensurable
uncertainties.
If failure awaits for me
I'll take the risk anew.
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Wars Inside You (Published Under Ukiyoto)
PoetryLying on your bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about where did everything go wrong. Each night has been a remembrance of what you are ----lonely and empty. Life is neither a lap-of-luxury nor a tale of rainbows and unicorns ----this is what pe...
