• tamanna3 8w


    every day of being
    human is a war.
    every night I buckle up
    and set myself en route
    to the endless road-
    'cuz everyone's chasing
    the same goal,
    the same mystery,
    the same journey.

    at one point midway,
    we're all scarecrows
    hiding behind
    chalked smiles.
    angels hover over
    our lifespan,
    stretched like north
    and south poles,
    we can't see either
    but they exist,
    frozen in their own places.

    I see people,
    building walls
    in and around
    I try drawing boundaries
    to keep them away,
    often forgetting
    I'm as much
    a human as them.


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