Broken glass

My thoughts gather like raindrops form puddles.
I’m swimming.
I’m smiling.
I’m dreaming.
Toss and turn.
I’ve never made the right decisions.
When do the hands of time turn you around?
I touch base with my reality.
I sink back into my hole.
I shelter myself, and for what, a dream world that I created ages ago?
Letting go is the hardest part, but it is better to have fallen than to have never loved at all.
Confusion runs side-by-side with creativity.
It’s a race to the finish.
I am overwhelmed with emotion.
My tears are not on command.
I’m drifting alone.
Flies live more content lives than I.
I’ve got so much, but I’ve lost what I want more than anything, my security.
-Soul of Aly

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