Eventually of our lives, there are times when we feel lost amidst everything. Like connecting needs a great deal of solidarity to do and the vulnerability that we felt needs more solidarity to be covered up, yet can't bear to be seen at same time. What's more down profound inside, quietness previously consumed all the boldness we seriously expected to talk.

They say it's simply a stage and you'll outperform it some way or another. I still want to accept this, cause after all no one needs to remain upset no place always, however at times I can't resist the urge to consider what amount of time does it requires, to make somebody deserving of the objective (s)he really merit? Is it too self centered to even think about requesting that paradise save ones soul from falling lost in the excursion?

A few says perhaps it's simply the desolate water I'm taking, for it soaked my entire being through the stream of anguish. That is the reason I felt so lost in my own course. I laugh at the possibility that individuals actually has this deception, that being lost in your own journey is only ones creative mind. As a rule I felt frustrated about the dejection that never been recognized, for the tears that never gotten the opportunity to stream, for the lips that squeezed unto their arms, so no one hears the wails that has been saved for such countless years, for they need to make it work without shaking. Holding broken parts and fixing them discreetly; saying "it will be alright, you'll sort it out in some way".

Perhaps we as a whole think that it is so ambiguous, and surprisingly our encounters can't characterize it alright. I surmise the wild of this life will stay strange, and being lost is a gigantic piece of this excursion. Furthermore when we let nature track down its course, really at that time, perhaps we can at last see what it hold, and perhaps we can wind up finally. 💛
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