SometimesSometimes people give up. Sometimes we don't see the point in continuing. Sometimes there is no light. There is no tunnel, no road. We get lost in ourselves. We stop walking, we stop looking, we stop wanting. Sometimes we don't dream. Sometimes we don't love. We don't smile. We do not talk. Sometimes we are silent.
But you know what? Quite often these moments end. Just as they came - smoothly and imperceptibly, and we are never the same after them. We follow them faster, we want more, we love more, we smile more widely. Because one needs to rest. Not only from everyday life, not only from the world, but also from oneself. Sometimes a person stops living in order to be born again. And every next time is bolder, more real, more colorful, more meaningful, more alive.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-06-17 at 07:53
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