We are born on this massive planet which is made up of dust, which is made up of energy, our life is not even a blink in the time of the universe, and our problems insignificant, you would think with so little time we would rather enjoy our time here instead of filling it with "problems" we create to fill up time, in the end no matter what we do doesnt it make sense to create peace and happiness
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
There are so many addictions out there, but why??? I think primarily it has to do with peoples inability to enjoy the silence of the present...
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