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With the familiar blur of familiar frames - Wearied, we wait discrete Worried that we cannot breathe for the wind is yet to take us away… do you think much longer? — We blend in to the scene like a sail in the overcast, lingering in our subconscious - striving, aching for the sting of summer to melt us in the sun… when is it coming? — The frost bits our lips, Fastening the deadly silence A fascinating mind, hidden in fearsome chambers - Collapsing with the dead leaves of our own trees… How much longer? — We hesitate to bloom, Blinded to our own beauty. Another day, another season Believing we are better by ourselves, the world is bitter… Spring is shunned by the silence - — But we are fine; The wind will take us away, Summer’s sun will melt us, The leaves will fall, and nature will bloom. But we are more than we seem… we breathe.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
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With the familiar blur of familiar frames - Wearied, we wait discrete Worried that we cannot breathe for the wind is yet to take us away… do you think much longer? — We blend in to the scene like a sail in the overcast, lingering in our subconscious - striving, aching for the sting of summer to melt us in the sun… when is it coming? — The frost bits our lips, Fastening the deadly silence A fascinating mind, hidden in fearsome chambers - Collapsing with the dead leaves of our own trees… How much longer? — We hesitate to bloom, Blinded to our own beauty. Another day, another season Believing we are better by ourselves, the world is bitter… Spring is shunned by the silence - — But we are fine; The wind will take us away, Summer’s sun will melt us, The leaves will fall, and nature will bloom. But we are more than we seem… we breathe.
#shy#shyness#introvert#alone#lonliness#breathe#seasons#fear#silence#anxiety
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aislinnmiell
23/F
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
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