His Wonderings Read Count : 10

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At times I awaken early in the morning on vacation days.


I feel tired ever so that I cannot fathom getting up from the comfort of my berth. 


Yet, I find myself wondering what causes allowed me to be this way. 


So quiet, so distant, so longing for recognition, yet having a inclination to be amongst myself.


I sit upwards in my bed, I could hear my heart racing in my chest. 


Wondering why I couldn't build up the courage to go and talk to her. 


Wondering why I was dumbfounded by her beauty and could not speak. 


Such a thing haunts me forever so, such a thing leaves me wondering. 


I wonder how she and I would fair together, I wonder how her smooth her skin is, I wonder what she is like.


I wonder if I will ever be truly able to lift the anchor of silence and distance to liberate myself.

Comments

  • Apr 24, 2019

  • nice

    Apr 24, 2019

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  • Apr 24, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    You lifted that anchor by writing and sharing 🦋issues it worth a try 🦋

    Apr 24, 2019

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