to think is hurting
to not is straining
i need, I want, I do
but cannot
to wonder of the how and why
to see today and think of yesterday
to need to have to want to be
is indeed hurting me
I want to
think of you and we and me
and why we cannot be
the dreams, the talks, the walks, the days
which today all seem like much a haze
'The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say'. - Anais Nin. These words (unless otherwise stated) are all formed within my brain and somehow executed to form this journal.
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