No
one
sees
me
now
I"m
a
tragic
play

J.G

I want to remain
a work in progress
forever.
A finished product
becomes a
commodity.

Overthinking
is insanity.
Not thinking
is normal.
Thinking
is a curse.
A chaos within.

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧
𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚
𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨
𝙏𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝙃𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠
𝙏𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙙?

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙
𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 ,𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞’𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙?

𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙮
𝙊𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛

𝙃𝙚𝙮
𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮
𝘽𝙪𝙩
𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙
𝙏𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣.

𝘾𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙
𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙮𝙚𝙣𝙖
𝘼 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚
𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨
𝙊𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨
𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧
𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙢 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧
𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙
𝙒𝙝𝙮
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠?
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚
𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚.

𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚
𝙒𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚