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Micaelan S Oct 2015
I will never be comfortable with hearing about the “new”.
I will never be able to keep up with this race everyone has been running.
I can promise I’ll always be behind.
I can also promise I’ll always be different.
I am an undecided fiery mess.
The things I am in love with, I also hate.
I love solitude but I hate loneliness.
I love silence but I hate thinking.
I love talking but I hate criticism.
I enjoy communication but I hate ringing phones.
I am enchanted with love but I hate the pain it delivers.
It seems that everyone may be as confused as I.
Young hearts dance in the moonlight of their souls, but then trip and fall.
Old souls walk in the sunrise of their hearts and soon time runs out.
I guess there never is a right time to run in this race, Maybe there never will be.
All I know is that in this moment, and in every other, You, are my sun and my moon, My heart and my soul, and more importantly, You are my reason for running.

— The End —