
I may hesitate to write this?
I may contemplate is this bliss?
Is there happiness for me to hold?
Find my joy and flaunt it bold?
Or am I another confused trend?
Lying softly to myself again?
I feel not as I feel solace warm.
This real spot touches me with adorn.
Adoring all my strength as I surpass such grief.
Supporting my tracks as I still long to teach.
I long to teach them, the way back to themselves.
Though I know the reason within them, must first dwell.
First, you must yearn for the silence within.
Then you will discern and embody life's true grin.
-Instincts-
"it's not about what you know. It's about what you feel. Listen to your Instincts!"
About the Creator
Instincts
Writing since the age of 7. My soul longs to put pen to paper and cast my melodies into the air. I am here to remind you of yourself and all the greatness within you. I am here to remind you of your Instincts. Listen to your Instincts!


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