My latest experiment into prose poetry, for Hijacked Amygdala.
(A PROSE INTO POETRY EXPERIMENT)
think the world of you
too good to be true
really needed to hear that
reeling for months now
suffocating on mortality emotions
lost that courageous love for life I think I once had
half in and half out
then you came and you were
intoxicating and unreal
feel like all her light is pulling me out of this darkness and I’m having hope again
wait? You’re having hope again?
that was the thing I had lost
funny how you really can’t go on without hope
but it is so damn fragile
you know how when you are young you feel like something good is going to happen it’s just around the corner? And then sometimes (not always) as you get older you feel like the corner gets longer and longer?
I always believed we makeour own fortune, our own…
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