the feeling of the world seeming so inconceivably large, vast, and unimaginable. yet the feeling of the earth seeming so inconceivably small, old, and insignificant. the feeling of reality being so fake and so real. never knowing which way is truly up or down. never knowing the difference between left and right. the blurring of the line that defines what is right and what is wrong. seeing the stars twinkle in the sky but being aware that the light is just a haunting glow of a fiery ball that has long burnt out. trusting that everything around you will not crumble but knowing it someday will. feeling but never touching. loving but never loved. spinning but never dizzy. together but forever broken.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
