Array ( [sid] => 186601 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Remind me to Forget [time] => 2019-10-13 05:45:38 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I’m so tired.

My body aches and my mind attempts to cry out.

Have the seasons weathered me beyond repair?

Or, am I holding my breath? Waiting for the tectonic plates to shift, the earth to shake, and my doubt to shatter.

Keep moving. The transition is punishment. The pence you pay for stepping into the grey. Doing the things that others don’t.

Yes, everything comes with a price. Pay now, invest later - invest now pay later.

There is a natural balance demanded of everything we do. If you refuse to hold out both hands, I will tie them behind your back and introduce you to the bottom. It’s a mixture of weightlessness and heavy air compounding in your lungs. When you cry out, no one will hear you. You may not even recognize your own voice.

That’s okay. It’s part of the process. You are joining the club. Falling into the assembly line. No one knows you’re an agent of change. That you bring chaos you cannot control. Both hands please.

Please nod if you are listening. Look within if you understand. This is a carefully crafted line we are about to dance upon.

See you when I see you.
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Remind me to Forget
Date: Sunday, 13th October 2019 @ 05:45:38 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Odessa19
I’m so tired.

My body aches and my mind attempts to cry out.

Have the seasons weathered me beyond repair?

Or, am I holding my breath? Waiting for the tectonic plates to shift, the earth to shake, and my doubt to shatter.

Keep moving. The transition is punishment. The pence you pay for stepping into the grey. Doing the things that others don’t.

Yes, everything comes with a price. Pay now, invest later - invest now pay later.

There is a natural balance demanded of everything we do. If you refuse to hold out both hands, I will tie them behind your back and introduce you to the bottom. It’s a mixture of weightlessness and heavy air compounding in your lungs. When you cry out, no one will hear you. You may not even recognize your own voice.

That’s okay. It’s part of the process. You are joining the club. Falling into the assembly line. No one knows you’re an agent of change. That you bring chaos you cannot control. Both hands please.

Please nod if you are listening. Look within if you understand. This is a carefully crafted line we are about to dance upon.

See you when I see you.


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