And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
RENEE STONEAnd so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
RENEE STONEWhy is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
RENEE STONEThey hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
RENEE STONEI search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
RENEE STONEI bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
RENEE STONEFlowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
RENEE STONETell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
RENEE STONEIt takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
RENEE STONEI wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
RENEE STONEI hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
RENEE STONEI can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
RENEE STONEI lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
RENEE STONEI escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
RENEE STONEThere is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
RENEE STONEWhen the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
RENEE STONEI wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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