I don't need to self-abandon To chase some dream of peace with you. You will find your peace At your own pace, or not. I will never know peace, Unless I stop running And sit here, alone, with me.
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Literature
For those who write
Hunched over a desk in the middle of the night.
My only friend, a simple desk light
I do not draw, only write.
My only tool, a worn pencil.
I write with nothing in mind.
I have everything now, all I need is time.
14 pages, maybe more.
Written for scholars to adore.
Alas, the light flickers out.
A new idea comes to mind.
I am lost within this emptiness that surrounds me staring into the sun hoping one day I will be able to breathe again. Yet, my chest is compressed and my eyes swollen with tears, I try screaming and nothing is there for anyone to hear. Inside there is a voice telling me I am still the person I have always been, but somehow it seems that I have done nothing but change. Feeling like a lost soul, feeling as if there is no longer a way I can feel like I am whole.
Where is the one who made my dreams come true, who put the sparkle in my eyes and made me feel like I had a life? Where walks this one who has part of me, the part from which makes me w