Highway to soul demolition

Highway to soul demolition

On long lost roads/
Sun will shine upon the heart of burning lives of ice.

Wind through the highway,
Endless far distance away from home.

You can't see a waste history OF
suffocating madness.

In the land of long forever highway
Of fallen soul.

_bryam

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Possibilities

Image: Pinterest there could've been a world where you and i wouldn't have met. or met but not fallen in love. or fallen in love but not let go. or let go but never remembered. or remembered but never missed. and it breaks me apart to wonder. which is the life we'd live. which is the life we'd leave.

Un-Knowing

image source: www.manseacrh.com2019 I do not want to know, About the children, the women, or the animals. I do not want to know, If she or he or it or they were asking for it. I do not want to know, If they are dead, alive or dying. I do not want to know, Which race, religion, class or caste they're from. I want to shut my ears and make no sound, Bow my head and walk around. Because if I know, I will shatter, Shrink, dissolve, wither into nothingness. If I know, I cannot function, If I know, I'd want to un-know. -bryam If you have anything to share, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know tittle more about the author.

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