This sheet, I’ve seen this before, and now, I saw it yet again Emptiness with the memories, fact-ing déjà vu Making sure not to repeat it but it happened yet again Part of me, just wanted to keep going but again, I was already broken Oh well, can’t remember the last time this sheet had tears Reflection upon repetitions, an overwhelming feeling, it’s distracting All is well that ends we.. there was no “we”, but there was already an end Regaining the positivity I had once, gonna be hard but still, I have to Yesterday was history, I guess? There’s just so much to learn Felt the pain but I’m done with it, I don’t know why was it so hard to move on Ending it with an okay was not that okay tho Everything was just so confusing, I felt like I was thrown away like a piece of sheet Little by little, I’m getting used to it, It’s kinda lonely but it’s better this way Inside this basket, full of me, full of ordinary sheets being thrown away Nothing special, we don’t have that value, we only serve as a lesson Getting up in the morning like where are we going? Ofcourse to a bigger trash bin Served as a warning for others not to become like us
I am writing a book & in one part, a person leaves another person & this is exactly what I was thinking when I wrote that, the way one person was simply throwing the other person away without a thought. I've had it done to me MANY TIMES & I've also done it to others MANY TIMES. It's a s****y feeling, but that's the way life goes. Your tone here kinda expresses that ambivalence, how it's a s****y feeling, but oh well, it happens! That makes this feel very authentic to me. It starts out a little slow & nebulous, but then you pick up intensity as you go along, revealing more & more. It feels like the narrator intends to be poetic, but then straightforward outpouring takes over! I love the natural way this feels, the way people really do spill stuff (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
I am writing a book & in one part, a person leaves another person & this is exactly what I was thinking when I wrote that, the way one person was simply throwing the other person away without a thought. I've had it done to me MANY TIMES & I've also done it to others MANY TIMES. It's a s****y feeling, but that's the way life goes. Your tone here kinda expresses that ambivalence, how it's a s****y feeling, but oh well, it happens! That makes this feel very authentic to me. It starts out a little slow & nebulous, but then you pick up intensity as you go along, revealing more & more. It feels like the narrator intends to be poetic, but then straightforward outpouring takes over! I love the natural way this feels, the way people really do spill stuff (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie