just tell yourself its all a mix of decisions based on experiences weighed in cause and effect, action and reaction. Heu, our beloved shepherd is dead.
The pangs of sorrow hold no place, people are such a leap of faith for an artful mind. Sometimes I believe in the phantom pains of a moment. others, I know I have lost some limbs. Maybe shouldnt have jumped from a drawbridge to catch stars, maybe shouldnt have tried to drive through a blizzard.
Who knows now?
A messy room is no ill-thought for a heart that has warm arms to look forward to. Motivation isn't what sets me into a cleaning spree, but I pick up the disorder with knowledge that its all I can do. dead prose and folded clothes.
so so soo so
so and so.
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