Poetry

Open book

Sitting on my bed thinking about life and how things work. I can’t help but wonder if we’ll all go through similar experiences at some point in our lives.

Will we all experience loneliness? loneliness so deep that you can’t pin point when it started.

Will we all experience confusion? The inability to distinguish life’s red flags vs moments to persevere.

Will we all wonder what it’s like to not have to worry about being perceived as weak or emotionally unstable because you have more bad days than Google suggests is “healthy”?

Will we all long for understanding? Acceptance of one’s flaws in the “for better or for worse” context.

I often wonder…

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