Somehow, life drifted me away from the ones who knew.
Somehow, bliss remained when all I knew echoed away.
life seems to always miss my direction.
While time ticks clockwise towards the end... I counterclockwise - towards the beginning.
I never really followed lifes rules.
Or maybe those rules never really followed me.
I leave when I love the most.
I miss when they hate the most.
I give when I lack.
And I lack when I flourish.
I miss who I am when lost.
I forget who I am when found.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
Somehow, life drifted me away from the ones who knew.
Somehow, bliss remained when all I knew echoed away.
life seems to always miss my direction.
While time ticks clockwise towards the end... I counterclockwise - towards the beginning.
I never really followed lifes rules.
Or maybe those rules never really followed me.
I leave when I love the most.
I miss when they hate the most.
I give when I lack.
And I lack when I flourish.
I miss who I am when lost.
I forget who I am when found.
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