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Life is an unending, unchanging midnight

Like a kaleidoscope, with different shapes and colors

Spinning without pattern, without sense

Sometimes we seek answers where there aren't any

Sometimes we question life with fear and anxiety

we fear not knowing

And sometimes the answers come but they don't  fill us with the enlightenment we seek

And sometimes they even lead to madness

because difficulty lies not in new ideas but in escaping from old ones

So I sat and I waited, I waited for the dark patches to make sense

for the jigsaw pieces to form a pattern

because if this is love it comes at too high a price.......

  • Author: Xoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2022 16:41
  • Category: Love
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