This world we carry on our backs gets heavy sometimes
our arms ache as we stare at the path ahead,
a path we can't see an end to
pieces fall off and we wonder if they were important
as we try our hardest to not drop what we love most,
if we even know what that is anymore
because the perfectly separated layers of the world get shaken up sometimes
like a snow globe
we get lost in the sharp pieces of something that should be whole
the edges cut our skin and blood, diluted by tears, pools at our feet
we are looking for that little bit of warmth we pray is still alive
looking for a doctor to fix what is broken
but are we even broken?
Because this world can be hard to understand sometimes
Like, really hard
like a crystal ball we don't know how to read
we get stuck in the quicksand trying to follow a trail left by bread crumbs
then we fall, fall into something we don't know how to explain
disoriented, confused, lost
This life is hard sometimes
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