i want to take my bags and leave this place.
something is calling for me, i know i have to go.
heavenly call, is it a friend or an enemy?
it doesn't matter, gotta take a look at it myself.
- Author: Minki ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2023 10:46
- Category: Unclassified
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I know these words
and that thundering, yearning
in those impatiently prickling veins
that give life to such desperation
(running, is a utility of survival
and often
a prerequisite precursor to new beginnings
and so, its not always the wrong choice
but, dear youthful soul
be careful, of those choices made
in the heat of rage or while drowning
in our laments..
for there is always one thing, we can't outrun
and that's ourselves, always!
so if you have the time, Prepare
think out your plan and path
then question yourself
if truly being a few miles removed
from the strife, ruining your life
will insure, it won't just manifest again
in a different guise or face, be sure
you're leaping to that future
you yearn for, and are not being pushed
out of a now, you may yet salvage
and grow far stronger
for doing so...)
either way, I laud the empowering tone
and message in your words
and wish you the every best of luck with either choice
thanks for sharing, stay strong!
thank you!
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