Stamina
Maybe we are walking
targets.
It seems as though no
matter how hard we try, life gets the best of us.
But we keep going
And I don’t know why.
Sometimes it would
feel easier to give up
But what is victory
without struggle?
How could we know pain
without joy?
I guess that’s the
thing about life
We keep on falling
but we always get back up
Everything
is temporary.
We Don’t Even Listen to the Same
Music
I’ve always been
shorter, smaller, and less important.
Sometimes I think I
might be a part of the sky.
Or maybe a piece of
driftwood.
Sailing endlessly,
pointlessly.
I think that’s all I
will ever be.
You’ve always been
the moon.
You change the tides
when you’re around.
You are the entire
ocean at every depth.
Vast and
unfathomable.
How lovely.
I really love these, especially the second one. That line: "you change the tides when you're around" is powerful. You are such a great writer!
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