Thee Anomaly's Closet
Pain is the gateway to new perspectives
I've always been a lover of deep things
Things that bring forth emotion, provoke thought, reveal fears and shed light on ugly truths of reality
I am a bundle of versatility
I am light, dark, rainbows, sunshine,
butterflies, moons, stars, galaxies, universes
I am words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, and books
I am weird, different, parodoxical, an anomaly
I am transparent, open, closed, an introvert, an extrovert
I am beauty and I am a fucking mess
Proud to be thee
And when I make my grand exit there will NEVER be another ME
I am the depth that I search for in movies, books, and conversations
The journey to me is overwhelming, it's like an endless maze
A strong as web that I, the spider threaded with great precision
And now Im stuck.
Stuck in challenges, stuck in action, stuck in growth
Understanding my misunderstandings
Riding my own waves til I'm tired
Getting carried away in my tide
And drowning in my ocean
Until I learn to swim
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