She finds herself lost, at times,
in the dreamlands of fiction.
swallowed by the chaos,
drowning in the hum of life.
when a hand reaches in to pull her out,
she meets it with no trust.
she lets the moment pass,
watching the light fade.
she slips back inside,
hunkered down to wait for the next ghost.
in her mind, the wreckage of the past
is the only home she’s ever known.
KLJ
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Author:
KLJ (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
When one lives in the past there are no repairs possible and that leaky roof continues to drip. A most interesting write that leaves a feeling of sadness and lack of hope.
it is sad but true how many times we let the past keep us stagnant, and do not move forward even when chances are presented to us on a platter.. so true
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