It feels like a dead end, no finish line in sight,
Why did I embark on this journey?
I’m caught in a cycle, going round and round.
But surely, it has to end, where hope can be found.
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We were not meant for each other
Forcing a connection, trying to control what is near,
Lost in the chaos, back to where I began,
But I’m still here breaking free from this cycle’s span.
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Thought I found my person, thought I had it all
Life is in twists and turns, made me stumble and fall
Though it hurts so bad, I know it’s time to let go,
It hurts to say goodbye,
But I have to put this aimless journey to a halt.
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Glory Alaba
Seeing that there are many people out there who can’t fully express or understand their emotions, it gives me peace to pen down words that many can relate to.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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