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The beauty of creation can be seen in the beauty of Sea, they say. But looking at the dark depths is a reflection of how I feel, I would say. Being the shore, letting people and pain wash over me as waves, knowing all along they’ll eventually slide away. There is beauty in loss, just as there is beauty in love. Filled with the pain of left out only to welcome another wave just to feel the same way again. Maybe being the shore is to never experience the complete love of waves. The shells, those temporary shells, those delicate little forevers, stay with me for a while, being the shore taking in these delicate people hoping they might stay only to feel the quiet hurt of watching those shells slide back into the sea called memories. Waves retreat, shells slide away, Maybe being the shore is taking in every little wave and fragile shell only to remind myself that nothing could ever fill the void within, nothing ever stays.

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The Narrator

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
- Fight Club

Why do you think I blew up your condo? - Tyler

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You will never know how hearing those words,

Crushed me

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I’d

I’d be with you, It’d be you,
standing under a dim streetlamp
fallen stars turned into streetlamps, still aching to shine
yeah they look like stars to me,
deep soft wind tugging at your hair
phones in our pockets, buzzing with nothing
I’d really feel sorry for myself for being this delusional
me standing under a dim streetlamp alone
It’d be me watching the fallen stars all alone
I’d heal, I’d fade with this feeling
rather I’d be playing “Dreaming of you”

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What if?

What if it works out?
What if I prove myself wrong?,
and the promises i made with you
end up being the ones that last forever?
What if this path isn’t a wander, but a return?
What if there is other side to the coin?
What if I return, only to find I don’t belong?
What if the promises i made
were only there to make me feel lost?
What if these “What if’s” I carry
are the one’s I finally leave behind?

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In the Silence of Space

we meet in the near future,
just like the good old days
sharing every little thing that still matters
like galaxies drawn to each other in the dark
I miss you like Pluto misses being called a planet
a little left out, but still orbiting, still here
for that one quiet moment
we get to do it all again, the way we were,
but this time, with everything we’ve learned
with all the hope I never stopped carrying.

— The End —