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I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.

Renee Stone

It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
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Impact Myself State Worse
I 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.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word
Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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Escape Myself Positive Reading Scare Sweet Writing
I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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Cold Escape Fingers Growth Myself Toes
And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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Inspirational Mindset Myself Perspective
I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
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Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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Capacity Concern Freedom Learn Listen Love People
Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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Art Full Hope Return Spark Staring
Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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Patience Resonate Silence Start Yourself
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself

I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.

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