Sometimes,
I think nonsense.
I talk nonsense.
I write nonsense.
I'm practically nonsense.
And it's okay. Because sometimes, no matter how hard you try to understand things, it just doesn't make any sense.
You just have to accept that life, no matter how beautiful, is sometimes unpredictable. Things will happen that will make you question your worth. But at the end of the day you'll just waver it off, not finding worthy answers to your questions.
Because as I say, sometimes, some things just doesn't make sense. And it's okay.
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Unspoken
PoetryWords that linger at the corner of my head, still remain unspoken... This is the compilation of my words, thoughts, poems, and drafts that remained in my journal for quite some time. I started writing some of this since 2015 but I just recently dec...
