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,
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,
Something is calling,
but I am yet to discover,
the reason why
this soul will not recover.
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