Bonsai
I don't want to overcome this. I want this part of me stay until forever. But I will not let it swallow me either. Like a bonsai, that parts are trimmed before it even grow, helps to sustain it's existing form. Let it be like bonsai.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)