The gentle tides never gave me a thrill,
It was always the loud waves that made me feel.
I do not long for soft breezes,
I find calm when the wind howls, when it rips through the branches and scowls.
I am the Question I Cannot Answer
I walk through my own thoughts like a riddle, every heartbeat asks who I am while every echo disagrees.
I collect fragments of myself – laughter, quiet rage, and endless desires,
But, they scatter as quickly as they gather. eager to implement one of those. Nothing ventured, nothing gained! Don’t be too pernickety when a shot comes up, just use it!
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The roads began with quiet grace, a dark dawn in a small space.
We crossed through storms, through endless fights, the map was ash, the stars our light,
But the winds blew through, with the greatest might.