I spent about 2 hours reading my past posts last night.

It made me feel quite conflicted inside, really.

I see Changes,
  I see the Innocence,
     the Naivety,
        the Gullibleness in me.
 And I never thought I was one when I was that age.

Fake Hope,
       Disappointed Reality,
mistakes did and done
      - they all came to me,
came out pouring like hot lava from a crack on earth;

                from a crack in my mind.



The time I thought I was fine.

The time I thought "thank goodness it wasn't cancer!"

 When we all know what happens next.

The time I made all those mistakes due to myself being opinionated.
The time I thought I gained and lost friends.
Even though they were mistakes, I still felt as if I don't regret it. I'm not so sure.



The time I read books, watch movies, like I have all the time in the world, reviewing the good and bad things.

Not thinking too much about the reality unfolding around me.



The time I was in wonderland.

The times I went out for my dreams

The times I became what was always inside me
    - the time I was just another travelling figure in a sea of strangers.
                                  
                        Not quite alone in the unknown... but still alone.



Everything.

Everything.

Everything came down like a summer rain.
                          Drenched and conflicted.

Feelings you can't decide whether they are good or bad.

                    Everything came down like tears on a face.

                                Slow and steady.

Down.
    Down.
       Down.
           Down to the bottomless pit of my stomach.


 Just words and feelings.

 Just words and feelings.

Labels: emotions, introvert thoughts, writing, writing in a spell

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