If the past is but an illusion
and the present is all that I am,
then it’s an illusion that has made me strong;
all those things that didn’t go as planned.
I drift now, happy to observe life
as it happens around me,
as it whisks me along with it,
I’m trying to stay grounded.
And I love now, passionately.
Not with a flame, but now I am the sun.
I have my own mind,
but I’m made up of everyone.
I am human enough to feel
slow crushing of heart,
but I am angel enough
to not fall apart.
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
If the past is but an illusion
and the present is all that I am,
then it’s an illusion that has made me strong;
all those things that didn’t go as planned.
I drift now, happy to observe life
as it happens around me,
as it whisks me along with it,
I’m trying to stay grounded.
And I love now, passionately.
Not with a flame, but now I am the sun.
I have my own mind,
but I’m made up of everyone.
I am human enough to feel
slow crushing of heart,
but I am angel enough
to not fall apart.
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