I walked a path unknown to me,
And hid within the trees
I was felt the weight of the world
Laid heavy on my lonely soul.
I called out for the beat of another heart,
but they never seem to match the rhythm.
Perhaps I am doomed to live in the solitude of my mind,
Lost among the trees.
I hoped by night my heart would heal,
Lost in the silence of a never still mind
The stars were a comfort but had no voices
To soothe my fears
With heavy eyes, I drifted off
And wished for a better tomorrow.
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Antonia Humphrey
I would love to write a fascinating bio that covers all of my amazing achievements, however, I have none. I am an absolute mess of a human but I love to write and love to share my perception of the world in hopes that others will too.
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