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why can’t I find anything, I can’t even feel. nothing seems real enough to stay, but I think time will bring me peace, or maybe just tangible rest. It’s all just jest, every will burns too fast and turns right into doubt. there is no way out of these ties, I’m burning dry- no end in sight.
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
-wafting to and fro-
why can’t I find anything, I can’t even feel. nothing seems real enough to stay, but I think time will bring me peace, or maybe just tangible rest. It’s all just jest, every will burns too fast and turns right into doubt. there is no way out of these ties, I’m burning dry- no end in sight.
some seasons of life feel like there is little rest, or flavor, or even much to be joyful about- but my hope is that just like all other seasons, this will come and go. for now I fly down these endless rapids, being tossed too and fro, feeling like something ethereal.
#endless#days#and#nights
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
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