• swatie 22w

    There are days when you ain't able to put in your best, the days where everyone forgets you like you never existed, like you're not meant for the thing you think you were meant for,
    and time again time has proved this already.
    So, what you do is withdrew yourself from everything which was once close to you,
    to shun the obdurate spiral of thoughts which
    pulls you down and triggers your subconscious mind to degrade it further,
    and you abandon 'you' from yourself
    to feel freed like no chain attached to the ground, not to fly high but to titillate your wings,
    to tell 'em it's okay not to soar high,
    not all the days are meant to live on the toes
    but some are meant to feel the touch of grass beneath you, to feel what the breeze has to say,
    like it wants you to listen to it, while you forget it in quest to hear the winds gushing you off the lungs, once.
    To stop by and give yourself time to recollect from all the repercussions which killed the dreams of you flying.
    'Cause it takes time to understand that every story has its own recuperatory period.
    And, when you realize it
    you live through it.
    In all forms of wave.
    ©swatie

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    And, when you realize it
    you live through it.
    In all forms of waves.
    ©swatie