striving
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Now my path to success is guided but I feel as though i'm blinded.Blinded by others trying to make me suffer, while my future was just trying to buffer.
Now my path to success is guided but I feel as though i'm blinded.Blinded by others trying to make me suffer, while my future was just trying to buffer.
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
If the world were to crash and burn,
And all life ceased to exist.
What would be my biggest concern?
What one thing, I could not resist?
With not a caring soul or a comforting sound
I am me.
Past, present, future
is me.
Shaped, pushed, pressured.
I may not be who I thought
I would be
at this point in my life,
but I am getting there.
Each day,
When I feel like I am just playing the part,
I turn and listen to the rhythym of my heart.
Each beat lets me know I am still alive,
Every day I have a reason to strive.
Life has a terrible beauty,
Ali, I don’t spend much time with you
and I don’t cuddle enough.
I do unendingly work.
And sit at my desk.
And maybe, once in a while
slide in for a kiss
when you nudge at my legs.
I'm lost.
I'm lost and I don't know where to go from here.
I'm being battered by the whirling chaos that is my mind.
I'm doing things that I never thought I would.