Here we are at a crossroads Separated by clouds of silence We've exchanged laughs, stories, and condolences You carried your virtues on your back And I held my shortcomings in my hands The horizon calls out your name Waking the moon that sleeps in your eyes Your light has guided us through the midnight grey And this trail winds down to a story's end Fireflies guide you home toward the moonlit sea Where thoughts and prayers take the shape of water And boats built from your benevolence Take you to rest with the roots of your dreams As I accompany the fog through woven forests I echo your humming in this silent night Building the distance that was written to be I walk, lost in reflection, toward an unknown
You will see the light of the star you always adored at night. One day, the moon will serve as your savior from drowning in the darkness of your own past. And these lights will then guide you into taking the right path.
You think you got it all figured out. It All make sense in your head. Until that tinglin starts rumbiling in your chest turns from stress to dread.
Countless minutes you will never get back and the problems you had were few to many and you carried the weight of them upon your back. The problems were few and now they begin to stack.
The gasp will surely ruin you; when it hits, it attacks. You find the closest thing to you and slide down it with your back. Find yourself layed ruined until you find yourself on your knees and hands. This is the epitome of the broken man. The hardest hit to the heart surely would **** the average man. Yea but you keep going and God just praying you can find your way back. There has to be a reason that this happens to me? Yea well I have faith in time you will begin to see.
Listnen," friend to friend " these things tend too surely pan themselves out. I know noones perfect but you can try to be. But if the risk is too high you can find the balance or try to work something out or in between.
But right now the most important thing you can do is just breathe. Heres a bag, put your head between your knees. Slow down, control the pace of your breathe. think only about overcoming this, just breathe.
To anyone who has ever had a panic attack. I feel you home slice. ***** real... Them things can hit anywhere.
Two people are all the same If you see them in one frame But they have two sides The one I guess have sit besides Two people are all the same I think that is I am But another's hide And also need a guide
Indonesia, 2nd July 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho