ris

Something that I kept holding onto, the murk of the sea, the difference between you and me, the rage of the winds, how you see me through the lens. Finally flying, for the thought of myself...only I.

Seems like it, the one that kept me going, was the one who halted my steps. The puddles of the rain, the reflection of rays, the sound of the leaves, the touch of leaving... seem like it.

Sleeves of youth kept sliding up to me, seizing the time left for me to come. The linen of truth slowly peeking, when is it that I wanted to stay where am I now? Afraid of being aware of what's around me, I kept my eyes closed.

Seige of cluelessness, something I wanted from the start, I should keep my words, even if no one's eyes are lingering, keeping my composure, stay true. Where do I have to stay true? Where everyone's voices kept blurring me, I have nowhere to go...or do I.

So what is it to think of yourself only, to be less mindful of everyone else? In awe, I can't see where this came from, the urge to hold onto something you believe will jostle you further, is it hopeless?

Something that I will hold onto, the rivers of hope, the desert of wilderness, the sea of prosperity, where it all began, finally flying, for the thought of myself...only I.

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note:

ㄴ I felt free when I wrote this piece. A piece that is close to my heart, a piece that speaks for my soul. I planned on writing about the feeling of falling, but it'll be a fictional piece. My heart was crying when I wrote this and my hand bleeds of words that cannot be heard but seen. I did wish to keep this in shadows, but realizing that I had to be bold for practice, I posted this.