Round and round.
Replacing your memories of areas with others. A lost cause.
But a lot of people don't even believe in what I call a lost cause.
Height of optimism.
Earth and the rest of the other planets orbit around the sun. If you look carefully, even if you don't admit to it, someone's world rotates around someone else's. How something will utterly affect you,because your world orbits around them, and their revolving is not around you but around someone else.. Jealousy? No. Just a minor observation that arouse from feeling secondary. My purpose wasn't to express people's denial but rather to tell how confusing all of this is.
Your world around someones and that someone's around someone else's? Can't anything that you want be yours? And you are reciprocated? But who cares?
Deviating again, we are.
Doesn't all this spinning make you nauseous? Don't things begin to collide and destruction becomes a salsa dance with itself.
This time you think you will muster the courage to let it go, but courage appears as a sad stream of tears and all you can do is wail. Lump in your throat, trying so hard to swallow it down but the thought of making that effort makes you sob more. It's a vicious cycle. That confidence shatters and everything is as cloudy as it was before with the addition of tears.
- I think I lost the desire to write.
But a lot of people don't even believe in what I call a lost cause.
Height of optimism.
Earth and the rest of the other planets orbit around the sun. If you look carefully, even if you don't admit to it, someone's world rotates around someone else's. How something will utterly affect you,because your world orbits around them, and their revolving is not around you but around someone else.. Jealousy? No. Just a minor observation that arouse from feeling secondary. My purpose wasn't to express people's denial but rather to tell how confusing all of this is.
Your world around someones and that someone's around someone else's? Can't anything that you want be yours? And you are reciprocated? But who cares?
Deviating again, we are.
Doesn't all this spinning make you nauseous? Don't things begin to collide and destruction becomes a salsa dance with itself.
This time you think you will muster the courage to let it go, but courage appears as a sad stream of tears and all you can do is wail. Lump in your throat, trying so hard to swallow it down but the thought of making that effort makes you sob more. It's a vicious cycle. That confidence shatters and everything is as cloudy as it was before with the addition of tears.
- I think I lost the desire to write.
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Hugs. What's wrong, Love?
S.H, WHERE ARE YOU?