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Thy deceiving gaze of thine rope,

trusting of thee who relies,

Bears weight on what seems to hold,

For thy not fear for true sight.

Blind by trust, by habit, 

Blind by thought of knowing

But hurt by overlooking down by feet. 

Staring back at you with eyes that you see everyday.

Things that are encouraged, not minding that 

too much of it… could bleed.

Makes sense.. no?

Calm echoes ,and radiances of peace, 

brings swarms of still ponds

Stirn of pot to the brim by angelic melody

Held by maturity of nature, 

Tadpoles to swim, bugs to irk, 

Birds to fly and sing

All to snap fingers, 

Then it's over before it became what it really could’ve

Indifferences.

It’s frustrating, thinking the pain of tolerance of change is over but it’s just begone, the peace of what you hold and bear self weight on is gone, the calm is shattered by pebbles thrown in your pond.

All BY What? For what?

Triumphs, mini celebrations, victories… killed, laughed over and eventually forgotten. 

Because of mishap, issue and failure of proper conclusion. 

Here, 

a happy ending may not exist. 

Steps forward must require steps back. 

Heartbreak requires giving one's vulnerability in exchange for that other to do the same. 

Here's what they don’t tell you about…

In order to successfully win, you must fail, and not just trip and succeed.

You must fall so hard, you have to decipher your worth,
If friends are real friends and if you have enough support.

You toss and turn to an unmade bed because it reeks of how reckless the memories made you

Relive your failures when you hit the ground and fall, maybe next time you’ll hit the ground running. “Expect disappointment, so you’ll never be disappointed.” Only for me, I wouldn’t dare to dream, life is over for me, but if you succeed, and you read this, I can be revived through you.