my friend’s been having a hard time concentrating..finding it difficult to rest her mind or heart at one thing.
she’s scared as an ideal mind’s truly a devils workshop. who knows it better than her. but she knows she’ll find herself back on ground ..what she needs are some jostling shakes and the right pushes at the right time.
When all beauty loses its sheen… for without a purpose you can only be so keen.
Charmed by its flaws stalked by its demons
when mind diverted, worry worth a penny
when heart desultory, restlessness is all you see
when both clouded with a mist pouring a passion two faced
the outcome don’t matter
not as much as the realisation that you are alive
but you know trouble is lurking around the corner
when both as restful as the dead mans coffin
beware…
for you never know who’s the hunter
or who’s being hunted.
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