Today's entry comes in the form of a poem I wrote earlier today. I won't tell you what or who it's about. Take a look and come to your own conclusions. It's called "Finding":
Trying to live for today through yesterday
Painting on all the distractions to cover the cracks
Only to return to a home disguised as a temple
The only thing holy is his heart
To fall is divine but to get up is better
It makes him think that he has maintained control
Misguided enough to believe he has fallen on purpose
Too hard, too much, too deep, too easy, too bad
What are you trying to find around corners?
Trying to be what you think they want you to be
Only to feel terrible about looking in the mirror
In this search you’ve lost track of yourself
You get consumed by the thoughts of a kiss
And the whispers of an angel without wings
The decision has come down from the heavens
You are doing it all wrong
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