Always wondering whether the forthcoming is coming and whether the ongoing is questioning the forthcoming?
She will always drown in her own memories no matter what she says.
Down below the silent, yet so loudly chilling - blue hole is like a Crecent moon so abruptly beautiful and serene, but abrupt is what the Crecent moon has always been, right? Sometimes she lets her type so much she doesn't have time to think about what is right. Let her type, till her soul drops into the other corner of the earth that serves the other people.
Let it make sense to the other people.
She doesn't know what the glow is, in the blue hole - but when the glow finds her throughout the elongated mess that the hole conveys, the peace comes within and so does the illuminant feel that the glow serves - only because that is what it is. She doesn't know where any of this is going, only to keep following what the glow feels and what they say to do because the other people will always tell her what to do and what not to do.
Will you find your glow? Will you follow down the blue hole, till you reach the Crecent moon, and search for the other halves?
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Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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