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Photo by  Barth Bailey  on  Unsplash I pushed the entrance door but I couldn't open it I pushed harder but is stayed intact no matter what I had attempted it had never left a single impact I pushed myself forward dodging whatever came along I thought I knew better as long as I moved onward I had dismissed everyone that might be a part of my path, carelessly, I kept dodging whatever came along I wish I could have some remorse for the path,  I thought I had taken but  I was just never going in any direction I was constantly avoiding migration towards what I felt would make me go onwards what  an inner digression

Photo by  Matteo Kutufa  on  Unsplash Why  do you  go to that same place time and time again? You  circle the premises of an abandoned place that remains bypassed You circle the premises search for the broken and seek to bring  together fragments of their broken hearts Why do you go against the flow why do you love the broken, with the shattered heart? I tried and failed to follow your soul, one that endured and collected bits and pieces of the broken One that endured and never could turn a blind eye on a passerby's pain

Photo by  Manouchehr Hejazi  on  Unsplash “ Possessed ” | 9 out of 365 A pursuit of what you imagined was real, of what others tried to conceal You have been repressed and put your voyage on hold, but you had fought back had shed that weight that made you feel  as if you were possessed you had fought back you knew  that you could prevail you’re on a voyage to abolish that distorted hiss, and to evoke the inner peace you can  expose others’ tales conquer the despair and fulfiil your desires @presnyakov.julia

Photo by  Nong Vang  on  Unsplash “ Nevermore ” | 8 out of 365 Untold anecdotes, pages and pages of what we  once were, recollections we no longer had shared memories   nevermore remained the same nevermore pictured what  we might have had memories  had transformed throughout time shifted their shape enabling our grand escape anecdotes of self-reflection and regret, unveiling unbounded passion that had begun with  a premature impulsion @p resnyakov.julia

Is there any antidote to the engulfing sorrow? Downbeat, I was unable to flee from the ravages of my own dolor I was fumbling to find a light rummaging for a crescent moon or a hidden star I was fumbling to find a light that will point to my freedom to a place distant from the lurking inner scars Yet, I was unable to flee from my own scars, as the freezing embrace of the darkness gently steered me towards my own madness

You said you were sorry, that you’d make amends, but, all you ever did was to trip over the threshold instead Your love was unwieldy, as you kept tripping over the same distorted threshold, as if you’d never looked ahead, only broke your promises instead That distorted threshold, was inherently corrupt, I knew it your love to me was oddly abrupt I should have known it As you kept breaking your promises, pushing me slowly further and further away I should have known it I was passionately taking part in your vigorous play of deceit

I believed the vantage point was in my favor, Poignantly I’d disregarded your embellished truth I supposed I could and took a leap of faith, Your elicit silence only echoed from afar Unknowingly I’d stood on the edge of the precipice, Waiting for your pledge I’d beheld your moves Unaware of your embellished truth, You’d directed your verdict from the very start

Hush my demons please let me breathe, Hush my demons, I wish for an instant relief I try to propel myself but no air is coming in I try to shift forward but I migrate backward Please don’t be taken aback, There is no emotion akin to moving onward without breathing in Hush my demons, please make it stop Let me leave, I can cope Hush my demons, I want to start from scratch with no single patch

Yellow flowers had comforted my soul, Overflowed my mind with images Yellow flowers, A splatter of color amidst all the greenery, Ahead, in front of my balcony Oh, memories Bring so much comfort and distress Embraced by such fervor My mind plunged deep into a pool full of images My mind moved swiftly recollecting images that once composed my life Oh, memories, I find myself amidst the yellow splatters that belonged to a place I once called home.

It was half-past seven on a summer night, People were strolling outside, Aimlessly, looking for an adventure walking on the meandering path It was half-past seven A father with his son and daughter were playing outside their happy laughter could be heard from afar The sun was still blazing For a brief instant, all my worries were dissolved I was in the present moment Watching the city hustle and bustle from afar I took a deep breath wishing for it to last Just for an additional moment, I wanted to forget my past.

Muster the courage Is what you told me “I wish I had the strength” My mouth murmured I wish I could get out From the darkness I am being weaved to I wish to erase my harried face from your memory just erase it all No matter how small Or big it seemed I want to start again The confused heartbeat silently beating to your harsh words Yes I have plunged into the depths of the sea afraid of divulging what I tried hard to never confide I wish I could get out From the hell that I gently sank into Your look pierced hard through my flesh but I’ve never moved forward I felt that yet another storm was impending to make my confused heartbeat beat harder to make me stray away I longed for a fresh start for my heartbeats to follow yours longed to erase my harried face longed to confide in you to find hope

Rummaging through my soul Remembering the misconstrued words You have always sounded ingenious Wording your observations  after a long consideration It was my fault  my mind grasped them as messages of reassurance I become hopeful again Never considering to look sideways  Where your heart was beating along to someone else's The truth Followed by a despair Something broke inside beyond any repair I tried to look for a reason it tore me apart Once It felt like  my heart was moved by you albeit, it might have been a very short voyage The truth cropped up on me jolted me forward It didn't scare me Nor did it make me intrigued It was me that averted my eyes from the truth You were never mine, to begin with