Awildflower

I seek no help nor do I seek hope, I am now a dead body carrying a thriving soul.

Why is that i feel more of everything when my eyes are shut and nothing at all with my eyes wide open ?

It feels as if I’m webbed in a daze, as if my longing heart’s ablaze.

When there’s nothing left of me and my heart is cold, at least every human I’ve known, a part of me their heart will hold.

I’ve been rebuilt only to be demolished again, Yet I’m hoping only to be hopeful again.

Each time I pour my heart out on a paper and drain that piece of paper, I’m left with the elixr of my relentless heart.

and if I disappear someday, ask the moon where I’m hiding.

But the irony is, I threw myself into the deepest waters, hoping I wouldn’t drown.

I love how my life endlessly gives me reasons to never stop writing.

The water surrounding you isn’t what drowns you, letting that water inside you does.