Do I see myself take the fall, even when I know it's going to hurt?
Do I embrace a darkness I cannot see in?
Do I clean my wounds with tears even though it stings?
Do I see myself fade into the thinnest line?
Yes I do.
I'm sorry...backspace that...
YES I DO! (with the conviction of a willing bride)
Do I know that I'm self destructing?
Do I realize that life has no backspace?
Don't I see that the ship is sailing...
Charting new waters and permanently mapping yesterday
So why ?
Why do I sail into the same storms over and over ...
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Ah life. I wonder the same, too. Hope you find your answers. Take care.
Good questions for a new week at the end of the year...
That's a question I ask myself over and over but I don't know the answer. I loved the line of cleaning wound with our tears.
interesting