screaming my denial to empty strangers
always seemed to go no place
so i'm trying my hand at listening
in the hopes of better grace
i let them pass, the swirling storms
accept them for what they are
maybe find some beauty in it
just like my smoldering stars
in the silence, i seem to find
what i hope and pray to be
the whims and beginnings, given by god,
of some vague epiphany
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
