Time almost Shows a pair of years, What can today toast Possibly the same tears, Another pass by the window A feeling of down the slope, A wish for a familiar glow Not understanding the hope, Growing a familiar sensation Yet still waiting in vain, Whole spirit in disfunction And more than sane, Self and enhanced disassembling Waiting the hand forward, Start of panic materialising A silent bard, The mirror speaks And he again breaks.
Reason for writing:
... possibly realising that it won't be as I unconsciously thought, hoped, imagined (cant find a right word here)it would be. Starting the reeducation is harder that I thought. In the end, same consequence.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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