I am a wandering spirit tangled in the shit of this transient thing called human existence.
I'm the product of the things that have happened to me and the decisions I refused to make. I am nothing different than other people, I am pretty normal-- well, I thought I was unique back then but people started claiming they were unique too, so, hello reality.
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Jio
Denielle James
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EXITSYARCHIVES;
There is a time for every thing; a time when love blossoms, a time when love dies. And a time when two people turn their backs on each other, not hearing the other’s silent cries… Time keeps turning and the wheels keep moving, and oh, how I want to stop them as we both move away from each other, moving further and further apart. And I’m afraid that one day…I’ll be too far away to hear you calling my name…
And I’ll tell you I still love you;and nothing stays the same. But this was life, and that was love. So it all made sense.
And I’ll tell you I still love you;and nothing stays the same. But this was life, and that was love. So it all made sense.
The heart of my existence constricted in pain,
Tears escaping uncontrollably, contradicting my lie.
This charade, so carefully pieced and performed
Now slowly collapsing into mere rubble before me.
If I were able to trade the words I had spoken,
Could I take them back in exchange for my heart?
If not, how may I be able to earn your forgiveness?
Or will I have to continue my payment of pain?
The most obvious realization has befallen onto me,
Reaching the point denial can no longer be built.
The tools of my trade showing their true worth,
Allowing me to realize that there are things in this world
that cannot ever be replaced.