"I killed a blossom for you, a few days ago
it was a magnolia
also, its just wrongdoing was its magnificence"
I tell her as I put the blossoms on the bed of her grave
"also, it made me keep thinking about whether excellence was the explanation you got culled so right off the bat in the seasons
did the divine beings fear the late spring could be excessively brutal for your fragile petals?
or on the other hand the colder time of year merciless on your underlying foundations?"
I pull a solitary dandelion that is topping however the substantial close by
what's more, I add it to the bunch of different roses I've killed to make her holy place
" gracious don't you concern it would've quite recently wound up a yellow smear under somebody's shoes
it filled in a break in the asphalt
a by-walker would've stepped on it unintentionally
furthermore, it got me contemplating whether your magnificence was the justification behind your nonappearance
in the event that your reasonableness caused the divine beings to consider this world unsuitable to have your pith ,
assuming it's ,without a doubt, the light in you that made them take such measures
might the divine beings at any point be caring and make only one thing understood?
what does it say regarding me that after such a long time I'm still here?"
#wannabe
A desolate star,
Furthermore, its forlorn moon.
Reviled until the end of time,
By an inert aid.
The star needed to share,
His aggravation, his distress.
The old moon was apprehensive,
On the off chance that he would live tomorrow.
They have been sharing,
A bond significant.
They shout, they cry,
Yet, utter no sound.
Then, at that point, comes the day,
The Sun sparkles high.
The star and its moon,
Lost, in a side of the sky...
??@heartzzss??
BARRICADES?????
Delicately however powerfully, I crept through the dull
The walls will in general embrace each other entangling me
'Help!!', I shouted out however the blockades return my words into my ears
'Slither, continue onward', a voice all of a sudden addressed my spirit
Roaring strides with miserable voices continued to reverberate in obscurity yet no vision of a spirit
My space kept getting more modest, expanding my apprehensions
'Where am I?, how would it be advisable for me I respond?' I asked logically as I battled through
"Look!!, the mists has unfurled its wings for a warm embrace
The sun has its wonderful grin on it welcomes and invites you"
I heard myself saying this and blissfully creeping out of my enclosure:
Out of the mental jail I'm presently, a liberated person I'm, from the from holds of the mental blockades
Wonderfully I stroll into the better tomorrow I longed for .
#psychological_diaries
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