It feels like I've been wandering
No true destination, taken where my feet bring me
Sometimes I feel soft grass
Other times, its glass
The echoes of conversation
play and replay and rewind
I can't make out what they're saying
but maybe if i just keep moving... keep moving
There's this feeling in my hollow chest
I can't tell if it's a sob or laughter
What does it even mean to feel
Does any of it even matter?
Every colour I see is alive,
every picture is another story - is that alive?
I keep wandering, maybe if I keep walking
How do I live this life...
It's always raining
I don't know where I'm going
I can hear myself breathing
I'll just keep moving... keep moving
It feels like I'm running out of words
Outside the clouds, it's very jarring
Should I rest for awhile...
no, I'll keep moving
What does it mean to be lost?
Will I ever find it again?
My hands are shaking
I'm going to keep moving
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 6:42 AM UTC
It feels like I've been wandering
No true destination, taken where my feet bring me
Sometimes I feel soft grass
Other times, its glass
The echoes of conversation
play and replay and rewind
I can't make out what they're saying
but maybe if i just keep moving... keep moving
There's this feeling in my hollow chest
I can't tell if it's a sob or laughter
What does it even mean to feel
Does any of it even matter?
Every colour I see is alive,
every picture is another story - is that alive?
I keep wandering, maybe if I keep walking
How do I live this life...
It's always raining
I don't know where I'm going
I can hear myself breathing
I'll just keep moving... keep moving
It feels like I'm running out of words
Outside the clouds, it's very jarring
Should I rest for awhile...
no, I'll keep moving
What does it mean to be lost?
Will I ever find it again?
My hands are shaking
I'm going to keep moving
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