#introspection

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  • musings_bydhwani97 1w

    Break

    A break from things and work is always a good thing. It helps to get back on track, refocus and re-energize. It is not good to have a break in relationships where you are left with questions hanging in your head and in two minds. That is there any hope left in the relationship? or is it finally over?
    ©musings_bydhwani

  • kreations 2w

    There is one mystery. A mystery that keeps me awake for late. A mystery that whispers in my ears when I fall asleep. A mystery that pops up when I am around my loved ones. A mystery that makes me stare at the sky. A mystery that pricks when I play my favourite song. A mystery that could be solved. Maybe never. Or, maybe I don't want it to be resolved. It's scary, sometimes, to brood over it, to think how long would it go. But, what if it gets sorted for once!? Would I be still the same person? Would I be okay if I let the mystery come out of my secret box? It is all contingent. And, if it does, wish me happiness.






    ©kreations

  • aadil_sadiq 3w

    The lips were sealed long ago when I introspected deep within,
    How come I look for faults in others when I found I'm full of them!


    Sufi Aadil Sadiq Qadri

  • 2truedrew 5w

    I dont just feel you in ways... I feel you in waves.
    Like salty suds on sandy shores.
    My patience waits, only for the hunger of better days.
    In search of nothing but whats needed and better ways of being.
    No longer will I bargin prayers away.
    My purpose is the same as so many before me.
    But my story remaines my own.
    I'll hold my turn tilll' check gets mate...

  • mckennakay 7w

    Unison

    Will you stop for a moment and listen
    to the trees growing, breathing
    the Earth spinning and spreading
    pause for a second and feel
    each person growing, living
    drawing nearer to their ends
    We all race through this life
    drawing lines in between us
    to make us feel safe
    feel alone
    But true peace happens when
    you observe the togetherness
    that we all must practice to remember
    That consiousness is shared
    in you
    in me.
    hearts beating
    the unsure
    the fear of death
    the illusion of separation
    is but a mere veil
    that must be lifted from time to time
    Once you stop for a glimpse
    And simply exist as one being
    in unison with the rest of the choir
    echoing in perfect time
    The intangible connections
    so wickedly intertwined
    We are all growing and breathing
    We are all just fine
    We
    Me
    You
    I.
    ©mckennakay

  • blackdot 8w

    Khud se khud ko jaanne ki koshish #introspection

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    Arjava

    Na Bana tu khud se  bahane,
    Chupa yun ankh na
    Jo nahi kachotti hai ,Tujhko Teri aatma
    Jo lage tujhe Koi sunta hai Teri baat na
    Jo nahi hai bhook Tujhe jeet
    gum na haar ka
    Jo lage ki tu hai Maara,
    kismat ke maar ka
    Toh tu jaan le tujhe na seekh milni aaj bhi
    Dekh na payega tu Is zindagi ka raaz bhi
    Tu galat hai ,tujhme kami
    Tujhmein hai wo baat na
    Haar ki hoti hai koi Janani koi jaat na
    Uth khada ho Khud tu Nikal
    Ab Milega haath na
    Tu hi yaha hai akela Aur koi saath na
    Baat Teri hai Kisi bhi aur ki hai baat na
    Thaan le jo tu toh
    Teri koi bhi ho saakh na
    ©blackdot

  • grotesque 9w

    Depression: 3.9

    Flying over a rice field, I realised
    I have been living in a dungeon.
    A dungeon that has several windows with
    Walls outside. I can open each one of them
    Only to see walls looking back at me;
    Grinning & reminding me of my
    Failure! A life that has no meaning
    Suddenly becomes meaningful when
    You are about to end it. A knife, a half burnt
    Cigarette, your clothes, you and your
    Shadow; are the stuffs that can trigger!
    Every time I walk in, I bump my head into
    Those walls outside my windows.
    Now that I am flying over a rice field, I can
    Finally smell freedom. I can finally let it be,
    Let my thoughts be like they were since
    Their inception. I can finally commemorate
    A new beginning with mere changes.

    But, I can't feel my body anymore. It's
    Freezing and choking me to something darker.
    I can sense danger in the coming minutes.
    I can foresee that I would no longer be
    Here physically to witness the freedom practically.
    But my soul would wander in these fields.
    I can make amends to my desire a little bit.
    A physical body is going to retire now.
    A soul-body is going to take charge and
    I am going to fly away ferociously.
    As I am going to enter into last breath of my
    Life, I am going to engulf my pain & turn it
    Into a butterfly so that it can blossom further.
    The room has been a good friend to me.
    I must not delay a certain success.
    I must not be a failure in failing a life.
    I, the grotesque human, sighs.

    ©grotesque

  • kreations 12w

    Middle Void

    Though not being sad. But not happy too. Confused? - Hell of a lot.
    Want to spare some time for yourself? - Maybe.
    Wanna sleep? - No.
    Wanna talk? - No.
    Wanna eat? - No.
    _____________________________________
    A mixed emotion strangling. You never know what you are hunting for. Maybe some solace or maybe not. Maybe a party to be thrown at you, but why!? Maybe long-isolated travel. Do you really have time for the same? No, yeah.
    Arghhhh!
    _____________________________________
    C'mmon. You need sleep. Good night.
    Hoping you get up afresh. (Maybe)

    ©kreations

  • sahil_sankhe_1796 14w

    CONTEMPLATION

    People don't notice pretty little things
    And get engrossed in fake blings
    Look around, the whole world is there for you!
    But do look inside, if are you there for you?

    ©sahil_sankhe_1796

  • lalabeaux 14w

    Venus Fly Trap

    Am I finally evolving?
    After all the time I unknowingly allowed what seemed like butterflies to slip their tongues into my nurturing nectar and tightly reel in the fabrics of my being?
    Slither me behind closed teeth
    Crawling on their bellies between the base of my stems
    Pretending to give any fucks
    When all they ever wanted was to have my pollen fog their eyes
    All these cheers buzzing from behind closed mouths,
    Muffled by masks, they've worn long before the pandemic -
    Was just a ruse to dim my awareness
    Because while they were caressing my petals, hoping it would burst open like peeling away at the folds of a cinnamon bun
    my pollen was being taken away to bore life in other gardens,
    meanwhile my hues drizzled

    I've since become an aparition of what I once was
    Even more inviting
    And waiting for you, with those lips echoing loudly, the nectar of all the ghosts you've made
    A syrup that I am far too familiar with

    While you become enamored by the perfumes of my dust
    It will be too late to realize that I was just another beautiful fly trap
    Fortunately, for you... I've come to collect reparations.

    ©lalabeaux

  • nuiinuhara 17w

    I aspire to Be like the Clouds
    Fleeting, Calm, not afraid to remain in place
    Smiling at the Prospect of
    The World passing them by

    Not conforming to the Paradigms
    Not conforming to Shapes
    Each Cloud living in it's
    Own plane.

    Not Bothered by what part
    Drifts away,
    or which part joins
    To Become a Part of them

    A Cloud is Fulfilled in itself.

    In Some ways I'm as Phlegmatic
    And as Stoic as the Clouds,
    Keeping my emotions hidden
    But Just Like the Clouds

    Some days My Voice thunders,
    My Emotions Errupt
    And Like the Clouds I Burst
    Into incoherent Tears

    Unafraid to Let in the Hues
    From the Moon and The Sun
    Unafraid that those Hues
    Might be taken away from me.

    Knowing that Colours are Visceral.

    Telling us to live
    In their Presence
    Enjoy them While they
    Are Still Part of Our Lives.

    Whimsically returning when
    Life has mixed it's pallets
    Transient like rivers
    But always finding their way Back.

    I Still have a lot to learn
    From the Clouds
    Being Transparent
    Letting the Light through

    But Remaining Elegant even when Opaque.

    The Clouds are the Line
    Drawn Between two halves
    Some looking up to them
    Others bowing their Heads to see them

    As My flight Sailed through
    The Clouds became Glaciers,
    The Blue skies became the
    Still Waters

    The Clouds however
    Unlike real glaciers
    Kept us Afloat,
    Encouraging a fellow Flier

    Showing them that being Nowhere is also Beautiful.

    #introspection #learninglessons

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    The Clouds

    I aspire to Be like the Clouds
    Fleeting, Calm, not afraid to remain in place
    Smiling at the Prospect of
    The World passing them by

    Not conforming to the Paradigms
    Not conforming to Shapes
    Each Cloud living in it's
    Own plane.

    Not Bothered by what part
    Drifts away,
    or which part joins
    To Become a Part of them

    A Cloud is Fulfilled in itself.

    In Some ways I'm as Phlegmatic
    And as Stoic as the Clouds,
    Keeping my emotions hidden
    But Just Like the Clouds

    Some days My Voice thunders,
    My Emotions Errupt
    And Like the Clouds I Burst
    Into incoherent Tears

    Unafraid to Let in the Hues
    From the Moon and The Sun
    Unafraid that those Hues
    Might be taken away from me.

    Knowing that Colours are Visceral.

    Telling us to live
    In their Presence
    Enjoy them While they
    Are Still Part of Our Lives.

    Whimsically returning when
    Life has mixed it's pallets
    Transient like rivers
    But always finding their way Back.

    I Still have a lot to learn
    From the Clouds
    Being Transparent
    Letting the Light through

    But Remaining Elegant even when Opaque.

    The Clouds are the Line
    Drawn Between two halves
    Some looking up to them
    Others bowing their Heads to see them

    As My flight Sailed through
    The Clouds became Glaciers,
    The Blue skies became the
    Still Waters

    The Clouds however
    Unlike real glaciers
    Kept us Afloat,
    Encouraging a fellow Flier

    Showing them that being Nowhere is also Beautiful.

    ©nuiinuhara

  • heartofbabel 19w

    [ Backs ]

    How do you not acknowledge truth?
    You simply turn away
    Appalling is the thought
    And yet it happens everyday
    I wish I had the nerve
    But I just could not say
    All the things I wanted to
    Would never be relayed

    The quicksands of ambition
    Avoid the confrontation
    Let the fool prevail
    Without challenging damnation
    Watching their destruction
    Their absence of creation
    Washing from my hands
    As it bloodies up the basin

    Could have spoke the truth
    Could have rose to challenge
    Could have tipped the scales
    In the hopes of bringing balance
    Instead I remain silent
    Watching without valiance
    Too weak to speak release
    And mesmerized by malice

    Who am I really
    If I don’t walk in love
    Willing to watch assassins
    Quench their fill of spilling blood
    With the option just to speak out
    Rather then standing numb
    Seeing life unravel
    And I, it’s silent judge

    Still, I see
    And still I remain silent
    Still, I gleam
    At this display of violence
    Flashing right before my mind
    And I am not defiant
    An audience entertained
    As the lusting of a tyrant

    Truth again evaded
    By the turning of my back
    Left to consequence
    And it’s unending wrath
    Every step that I have taken
    Has been upon the worn paths
    For all have turned their backs
    Against the courage that they lack

    Too ashamed to be acknowledged
    Too fearful of reproach
    Too much comfort in their lives
    To all that they devote
    That to swim against the current
    Is a struggle to their soul
    Besides, what is life
    If you’re not in control

    You see, power is enticing
    And let’s just all assume
    That these paths we walk in comfort
    Have all become quite smooth
    At such little inconvenience
    That I know what I’ll choose
    But I could never say for sure
    ‘Cause then, I’d have to face the truth

    © GaratheDen
    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 20w

    [ Replenished ]

    You probably wanted me
    To crumble into dust
    Had a notion of belief
    Completely out of touch
    Yeah, you thought I would be broken
    Walking with a crutch
    But when you chose to step away
    I was finally free to love

    Released me from the tangles
    Of the poison in the mind
    I have grown from the struggle
    And, you see, I’m doing fine
    I can weather any storm
    To which your actions feel inclined
    And no matter what you do
    Just know that I’ll always survive

    Rising to the challenge
    Stirred from your disgrace
    Just a victim of self-loathing
    Which you cannot replace
    Try to shift your focus
    Yet I cannot be blamed
    Stuck living with yourself
    While I am oh so far away

    Along with my attention
    Left all our memories
    Erasing your existence
    And all of the unpleasantries
    Finally having peace
    Held in wonder of my reveries
    A world that I create
    Where love finds not an enemy

    How drastic is the contrast
    Of your world versus reality
    How twisted your perceptions
    Swayed by every triviality
    Bipolar in its nature
    Disfigured in morality
    I scarcely care to know you
    ‘Cept by the holds of my frugality

    Like a work of fiction
    All those years they seem unreal
    The abuse and pain and anguish
    Seem to fade to no ordeal
    An account of my true innocence
    Against that which you concealed
    Yet time has come to introduce
    A means for me to heal

    Healed, that’s what I am
    Not a scar, not a blemish
    Not a crack within my soul
    I am whole, not a remnant
    Where I once longed for love
    Feeling void, an empty crevice
    My life has been reclaimed
    And complete in its replenish

    And I have not a sentence
    Over my life writ in despair
    There will never be a day
    That I will live again, impaired
    Standing on my feet again
    And you can see it clear
    I will never be the him again
    That you once domineered

    © GaratheDen
    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 21w

    [ Fruit ]

    All I see is fruit
    Some of it is rotten
    Hold my breath and fear the scent
    It cannot be forgotten
    Watching every step
    Tantalize the garden
    Pit against the roots
    Of the hearts all laying hardened

    Wish I had a green thumb
    Release a revelation
    Intrenching of the mindset
    In need of ventilation
    You must break from the foundation
    To end the desolation
    All the elements are stirring
    In a force of speculation

    So much left to potential
    The garden lying flattened
    Left to strangle self, and I ask,
    “How could this have happened”
    The beauty yet surmounted
    This desert leaves me saddened
    How I long to cultivate
    But all of life has been abandoned

    And the soil, it is barren
    That which remains, infertile
    Shall I strive against the earth
    In hopes of something that’s eternal
    All the life that creeps below me
    It is nothing but infernal
    Chewing through the veins
    As though Phantoms of the external

    Strike against the plains
    Yet these wounds are never bleeding
    Soaked the life that’s spilt
    And offers dust to choke the breathing
    Blanketing the tombs
    Of a past that’s long retreating
    All the toils of the earth
    To be consumed in endless weeding

    Feel the scorching of the sun
    As the body tests its limits
    Will of mind and soul collapsing
    Isn’t all that can inhibit
    As the aching and fatigue
    Greets a nature that’s insistent
    Caught at the edge of madness
    Until the wind does lift my spirit

    Storms off in the horizon
    Show of lightning, clash of thunder
    A breeze of chill is leading
    To embrace me in a shudder
    All my hopelessness in effort
    Turned in haste into a wonder
    Seeing rains approaching
    Turning prey, now, into the hunter

    Flooding my consciousness
    Of the seeds that I have planted
    What the future holds in sight
    Is but a story yet expanded
    With deserts all around me
    And the view of hope seemed stranded
    Here in this valley I’ve found an Eden
    That all others have abandoned

    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 24w

    [ Current ]

    Wildly transforming
    Toss me in the fire
    Refine me to the purest
    In all that I aspire
    Consume me in affection
    Permeate desire
    Breathing in the life
    Of all that I transpire

    Never giving up
    Never backing down
    Try to keep my focus
    As this world keeps spinning round
    Trying not to dizzy
    Try to keep the ground
    Eyes always searching
    So I know what is around

    But ultimately I
    Don’t have much control
    Life is always moving
    And it never seems to slow
    So I try to hold on tight
    Because I don’t really know
    What will happen the next moment
    Just a mystery yet shown

    Pursuits of my desires
    If but only in a dream
    Laid my head upon the pillow
    But it isn’t what it seems
    Lying there, wide awake
    Mind like a machine
    Churning, burning constantly
    Amygdala in me

    Feeling the emotions
    Flooding all the roads
    New pathways open up
    Which way should I go
    Currents pull in all directions
    There’s so many rabbit holes
    So I focus on the light
    And it’s wonderments of hope

    Capture my attention
    Distract me from the pain
    Keep me from temptation
    Of being led astray
    Tired of the letdown
    Tired of dismay
    But the sun went down and rose again
    To show a brighter day

    Now rising into hope
    A smile on my face
    Walked through a war zone
    And escaped from the disgrace
    Now knowing only passion
    Joy set ablaze
    Learning to stay happy
    Because what I have is grace

    Rejoicing in the presence
    Knowing I’m alright
    Laid my weapons down
    For there’s no reason to fight
    Victory, right in hand
    Manifest delight
    As my burdens shed their weight
    To the redemption of my life

    © heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Introspection

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  • heartofbabel 24w

    [ The Blasphemer ]

    They say labor, perpetually
    For the sake of your existence
    Just put a smile on
    And pretend that it’s a privilege
    That you live in a dream
    Instead of in a prison
    Where a veil over your eyes
    Is the epitome of wisdom

    And when you ask out
    What is the meaning of life
    All religions recite
    “It is strife, it is strife”
    It is blood sacrifice
    At the end of a knife
    Dreams buried deep
    To let death suffice

    So labor in vanity
    Set your sights to the plough
    Through blood, sweat and tears
    May it silence your mouth
    May you never object
    May you never doubt
    May you flow with the current
    Of a mindless crowd

    All following suit
    All striving for stature
    For titles that evaporate
    Quicker than the rapture
    Finding your identity
    In something that is captured
    Losing your identity
    To a system manufactured

    While your most earnest of dreams
    Are suppressed and sequestered
    And the regret of your actions
    Through the years start to fester
    But instead of seeing truth
    You condemn the protesters
    Casting off your shame
    From the life you have entered

    And you boast and you gloat
    And you marvel for nothing
    Dreams long abandoned
    While you sit here just judging
    Sought the approval of masses
    In the hopes of becoming
    A product of the system
    In a life so disgusting

    With so much invested
    You can’t turn back now
    Your dreams are a phantom
    Haunting a forgotten vow
    While you’re pressing on forward
    Your hand to the plough
    To strive without purpose
    Which is what you have allowed

    No one here to blame
    Except only for yourself
    Such a pitiful picture
    That you have compelled
    And you judge and you jury
    And you execute hell
    As you blaspheme the dreams
    Which you had once held

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Introspection

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    [ The Blasphemer ]

  • heartofbabel 24w

    [ Grasp ]

    Living for achievements
    Try to stake a claim
    Just faking all our smiles
    And stowing away our shame
    I hate this ceaseless misery
    I hate to wear these chains
    That rattle in anxiety
    Drowning me in pain

    We are not living life
    And everything I see
    Every title and accomplishment
    Means nothing to me
    Working hard to get there
    And yet it’s still vanity
    There is only one thing I want
    And that is to be free

    Free from the mindsets
    We’ve come to be conditioned
    Because Truth is so much greater
    Than our fabricated missions
    Bored of all the titles
    Tired of religions
    Head upon a plaque
    Like a trophy mount, envisioned

    Displayed there in stature
    Slowly collecting dust
    You place your faith, it fades away
    No value which to trust
    Feel the hesitation
    Panic in a rush
    Brain inside a box that’s caught
    It’s so hard to adjust

    Try to shake it once again
    This foolishness of deed
    For anything outside of love
    Has no fruit in it’s seeds
    An attaboy at best
    But it’s nothing to concede
    Toss it to the wayside
    And there’s nothing left but weeds

    All that you have done
    What was it you obtained
    Did you finally reach your dreams
    Or is it someone else’s fame
    Was it worth to live a lie
    Shackled and enchained
    To think of all that you have done
    Yet you still live ashamed

    Everything was focused
    Roads already paved
    Ordained inspirations
    Societal praise
    Distraction on distraction
    A rat within a maze
    Efforts at full throttle
    Just to have a pretty grave

    The dead bury the dead
    Economies collapse
    Earthquake in the mindset
    As you try to gain a grasp
    Steady, keep your focus
    Try not to relapse
    For dreams can fade away
    And you may never get them back

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Purpose #Introspection

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    [ Grasp ]

  • heartofbabel 25w

    [ Doubt ]

    What abyss is there?
    In anything but doubt?
    Fleeting in it’s hold
    As I am but less devout
    While only mind can hear
    Unless it’s spoke aloud
    Just a shadow in a thought
    Needing heed for it’s surmount

    Distance, separation
    Maybe that is where it’s held
    Where truth has been abandoned
    And all of hope is but dispelled
    Where love is but a word
    Oh so easily withheld
    That we form into militias
    To wage in war as we rebel

    Tyranny, it calls
    To be our propaganda
    To tell us who we are
    Until we’ve grown into a slander
    The rules that they exhibit
    Are like chains we couldn’t handle
    And when the flag waves in the sky
    We salute to our commander

    The sins of our fathers
    The allegiance to a master
    So abused by its act
    We’ve found comfort in disaster
    So amused by the pact
    That war’s become our capture
    Life so easily expelled
    All existence is in a fracture

    Canyons opened up
    To the corruption of a cistern
    Poison is the water
    Yet we drink it as an intern
    Burning who we are
    Until we’re reduced to a cinder
    Shaming us from love
    Until all we are is a sinner

    Left within a cavern
    No means for our escape
    This darkness overbearing
    Blinding us in hate
    We wanted something else
    Yet our dreams have seemed to fade
    Till all that’s left is doubt
    With no hope for anything

    A simple cause to question
    To steal your will of life
    To keep you veiled from seeing
    Refraining you from sight
    To keep in fear of freedom
    So you will never fight
    For life is far more worthy
    When you’re basking in the light

    We have all been charged
    To be held to an account
    Convinced to fear the sentence
    In how our burdens will amount
    But if truth will bring us freedom
    Then we cannot do without
    For there is not a verdict
    In anything but doubt

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Doubt #Identity #Introspection #Purpose

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    [ Doubt ]

  • heartofbabel 25w

    [ Break The Habit ]

    Creativity wants to be birthed from me
    All my day dreams wanting to escape their solitude
    I want it too, but I keep doubt holding me down
    While the congress in my mind continually argues excuse
    Maybe I’m not cursed, maybe I’m just clearly a fool
    To hold talents and vision to lapse in synapse
    My collective works of art all fragments of thought
    Will I release them one day or just choose to relapse

    While dreams fan the embers trying to ignite this flame
    While I’m holding my breath just hoping for change
    It’s a shame because my vision maintains to be blurry
    And I won’t hurry out to greet what I feel is estranged
    For I like my comforts and all that’s familiar
    But don’t think that I’m lazy in this imagination
    I’ve lived more lives than I’m willing to confess
    And that might be enough, as I figure, in relation

    Yet some like a more institutionalized way
    Where the weight of success is a constant demand
    Start a rat race for a title to claim
    To the applause of a corporate command
    But sometimes the gutter holds treasures and shade
    And I’m more apt to just stoop to that level
    For I’d rather have nothing then the pride of a slave
    Enchanted, advocating the devil

    Relax, it’s a fact, the idols of religion
    Are a manifest destiny in all of our trades
    Trained like an animal, shaped in behavior
    To the display of identity through these parades
    But I’m tired of marching to tunes undistinguished
    From every other cult that sings their own praise
    So until my dreams are clear, I’ll just stay in this place
    And try not to feel burdened by the means of delay

    Life might be short but why rush to mistake
    To forsake who you are in exchange of promotion
    When you could hone your own skill, though it may not be staged
    Is it still not a worthy devotion
    I think it might be, so I’ll continue to dream
    And if some fade away, well it is what it is
    After all, what nightmare would come to arise
    If I was granted every one of my wishes

    So I’ll wrestle with patience, impatient, impatience
    Dancing twelve rounds with doubt and assurance
    I’ll take my own beating and rise, and repeating
    In the hopes I’ll still find my endurance
    Don’t need approval, don’t need the applause
    Yet sometimes I still crave it in panic
    Trauma as it surfaced, to heal to a purpose
    In the hopes I’ll finally break the habit

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Identity #Introspection #Purpose

    #Rise #WOD

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    [ Break The Habit ]

  • soulo_scribbles 34w

    Midnight introspection

    Sleepless night on spaced straws.
    Dreaming above scarred stars.
    Esoterics Guidance paving paths,
    Crickets and fireflies, racing hearts.

    Curiously landed,
    Reason beseeched
    On insomnia amity,
    Presuming bigotry.

    Remorse and regrets
    pain of the past,
    Fears and foresights
    fickle in the future.

    Subtle and straightforward
    Mumbling minds.
    Persistently prevailing
    Numbing bide.

    Sacrifices, desperation
    Penance to oblation.

    Euthanasia;
    Never was an option in future.
    Insomnia;
    might as well try to venture.


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