The moment that we are born, our bodies start dying.
Time is like a game of tag.
The slight difference is that when you say "T", it won't give you a break and let you catch your breath.
Death is sewn onto the soles of our feet.
It's always too close for comfort.
In each young heart lies a decrepit soul waiting for the right time to reveal itself.
There will be a time when tomorrow won't turn into today.
When you blink your eyes slowly, everything around you will shift.
Colours will be a vibrant haze and once the body becomes tranquil, you'll become sunken.
A sunken soul seemingly floats in a still ocean of silence and peacefulness.
Tomorrow, I will learn from what I did today.
And the next day will be riddled with mistakes.
That's what I am still alive for.
New ways for me to find pathways around the obstacles that just don't seem to budge sometimes.
I will stay grounded in the earths surface.
I will surround myself with a layer of motivation.
I will keep walking because if I don't, time will catch up to me.
And once it does, I'll be it.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
