This is a poem about the difficulties that come with life, the friendships and the pain, the way it changes with every heartbeat. Sometimes it's hard for our souls to find a place to rest.
It's like a book, broken pages mixed together,
words scrambling around
the crazy memories scattered around
what about that night we spent
trying to put together the pieces of life?
All the intellectual conversations
like little Stars, but it wasn't so simple,
it got confusing and impossible to understand.
Words weren't just words,
they were incredible thoughts.
After a while, the days turned to rain,
and then one day,
it all disappeared into the moon.
Every once in a while I stare up at it,
trying to put the broken pieces back together.
It comes back in a shallow way.
life is just one long day we dream upon.
Our souls swim around madly trying to find a place to rest
and we, like madmen, travel all around to look for them.
Eventually, if we're determined enough,
we'll find that one broken piece in our lives -
it's called our souls
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