well, after a while, this is me coming back.. with a result of the activity of my right brain.. here it is, a poet for myself
What’s the meaning of tears when I can’t even cry?
What’s the meaning of regret when I don’t even know what I missed?
What’s the meaning of love when I can’t even feel it?
Drag me to the core of well
The sun looks so tiny, glimpse to the clarity
And then fade away
As myself stop feeling the world revolve
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