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Moving on is when
You started losing a debate
Against your
L o g i c a l    s e l f .
But still receiving
A prize called*
" L  I  F E "
. . .
Life from the "healing of ones ILL-logical self"
~
"Romance is just an extra in life
It's okay to have one . .
But I decided not to chase for it. "
A line from some good watch.
No one could ever touch
the  s u n  's  surface.
No one could ever embrace
the whispers of the  w i n d ,
& the depth of the s e a s.

But they could . . .

The sun even from a faraway,
sheds rays of light,
The wind that tingles our skin
in a cold night,
And water that drowns us,
from head to toe,
soak us. .

Just how unfair
That there would always be things
That can  t o u c h  us,
K i l l   us. .
But we can't.
Life is made out of
T r i a l   and   e r r o r .
And you always do have a say on
What to try.
Your fangs are too sweet,
I might be an accomplice.
Who's our next victim?
I'm the same crumpled being,
In the midst of a river.
Floating beneath the midnight skies,
Under the shade of the moon,
I closed my eyes.
Letting myself sink
Deeper,
*D   e   e   p   e   r .
It's a   m  a  z  e   we're solving.
I've always seen the way out.
But let's just say, I ignored it
To play this game with you,
To spend time knowing (you),
How strategic you can be.
But I end up losing time. . .
Time, I should have spent
O u t s i d e  this crazy box.
And somehow, I've been imagining
Seeing the ends of your eyes
Always looking at me.
Hmm, might be wrong with that evil smirk!
This is a   l e t t e r   I'm shooting to the sky
In jet planes, clouds as ink.
So. . Look up! :

"  I     J U S T   G O T    O U T . "

*PS. I'm wondering till now, if you've also seen the exit all this time. . XO
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