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Hustle, bustle, and in-betweens
Life is but hustle and bustle sometimes so in the in betweens I find distraction a shooting star, a deep inhale walk for ten miles and then exhale The dazzling light of the city attracts me like a moth east or west, poetry is a sunset, art the subtle contrast against the dark triggers my mind, it picks me up We like what we like, no matter how odd these “meaningless” bits of life, our routines hold our pieces together ’til a new sunrise arrives.
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An Apology
We’re not perfect Do you ever wonder why we’re holding on to this anger? I haven’t forgotten what we’re fighting for But I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it at all I want back the you I used to know I’m not willing to forget, just willing to forgive Or is it the other way around? All I can think is how short life can be This is pointless We’re not getting any younger, let’s pick up where we left off let’s start a new dance, let’s write a new song. Do we want to get older and regret it for the rest of our lives? So many what-ifs…
