Poetry: Recovery of Existence.

I want to shatter into a thousand shards,

just so I can see it all.

I want my roots to bury themselves,

deep,

into the mud,

just so I can feel everything… or something.

I want for escape,

to breathe the clean and cold air.

I want for absence,

solitude,

without care.  

Something is calling,

but I am yet to discover,

the reason why

this soul will not recover.

#Poetry #Existence #Soul #Me

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