Like a sailor in the middle of the ocean,
going from island to island,
from sunrises to sunsets,
they see billions of stars in midnight sky.
Life,
when we talk about life,
is everyone happy with their life?
or are they just pretend?
fake it until they make it,
or
are there voices that are unheard?
presence that are not appreciated?
Maybe if my voice a little bit louder, they'll hear me.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2025 18:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Who is out there? What is out there? Do they hear? Is there another sense we are not thinking of? Good write
Sometimes, nobody is really there listening to us.
So true
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