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)
- Published: November 21st, 2022 16:41
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
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