I’m still waiting for everything to align in a perfect circle
Where everything fits faultless and exists cohesively
It’s tiresome to have a mind that’s always running
My life has been like never ending moon cycles
Sometimes it seems full
Sometimes it seems broken
But it never stays too good or too bad for long
It’s always running in the same direction
Repeating old patterns of peace and depression
And reliving moments that are the tangible evidence I was ever happy
The only tangible evidence I wasn’t always alone
These days my demons are the only thing I keep close
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Comments3
That alignment will come one day and your life will be wonderful.
Andy
interesting read, wonderfully worded
thanks for sharing
I felt this.
Thank you.
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