A never ending always to-do for someone else.
How long have I been performing on fumes?
(Can I afford to spend more?)
From a deep breath I noticed some dark reminder,
there is no closure.
Just keep suppressing,
stop the knocking.
There’s nothing to be found.
You will never be let alone to just ponder,
You’ll always be thinking bout something else;
other than you.
As we write this, we know they are but mere wordy attempts, but at what?
Acknowledging, there’s nothing to find but
blank solemn walls slowly creeping in.
Staring back, ever so curious, yet hiding mysteries behind it all.
Would it be worth it to start breaking them down?
30/10/2021 – Sat – Surrender yourself to damned words (pt. 2)
Ruejean
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