After all, it was the first and the last time
We touched the sky ..
After all, We're meant to stay on the ground
And surrender ..
At least, for now ..
My eyes can't see what's below,
And my ears, all they hear is silence ..
At least, for now ..
My soul is recovering
Tip by tip ..
and stitch by stitch
Because It was a very heavy bearing crash ..
At least, for now ..
I'll be kind and just call my mind ..
I'll be kind and just recall my smiles ..
I'll be Kind and repaint all the forevers on those walls ..
At least, i know ..
Memories can hold more than grief and woes..
Memories are another infinity windows and pores ..
So
Be kind too and take all unbearable foes..
Be kind and and let time heal me ..
Be kind and go ..
Forever ..
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
