Please, I beg of you to ground me
Make the bad thoughts go away
Try and make me fall at peace
Please, I beg of you to make me better
I'm falling apart
Crumbling away as I get ignored
Please, I beg of you to save me
The weight of my thoughts heaving down on the smallest movement
My thoughts are turning darker
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Author:
Mr. Not (
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- Category: Reflection
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When peace does not fall on our laps there should be some relief by stepping forward in peacefulness. Another small way to create a space for peace, I have found, is to be still and be mindful (the Apple watch helps with its mindfulness exercises) or something similar.
Is there ever truly peace? Does your mind at some point forget everything, or is nature ever not moving, is there ever peace in war? I still don't know, I can't seem to find it. Peace to me is when I'm not plagued by nightmares and overthinking turning lights on in rooms. I think I'm at peace when music is the only thing I can hear and rain is rolling down the windows on the bus, but then again I'm not sure. Thank you CB.
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