“in this little life, I have often experienced moments of regret - for the decisions I’ve taken and the ones that I haven’t, for the foods I have eaten and others that I have not yet tasted because they are different from what I grew up with. Regretting giving my heart to the people who I knew didn’t want it or taking others for granted.
This little life we all share with each other, as I grow older, appears to be too rich on regrets, for people often blame themselves for things they have done or failed to..”
life, love or anything in-between
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i know nothing about..
alcohol
On Thursday, April 18th, I find myself striding from 58 Stoke Newington Rd to Kingsland Rd in Dalston, tightly clutching a pair of pre-loved jeans wrapped meticulously in a lead-coloured medium parcel bag, braving the spitting rain and relentless gusts of wind. My mission: find the parcel shop and dispatch my package to its new owner, a mere 30 minutes before my best friend’s open mic night.
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молитва
by akvalkova
i ask of you tonight - divine forgiveness place upon my hands - spill before my feet pour your waters over my whiskey hair my mouth’s been sharp - bitter and harsh i am on my knees - in front of your sublime - existence a beggar yet another time - my song to touch your ears a Robin’s tune i’ve borrowed to deliver you a wreath of faults - a list of guilts disrobe my thoughts - oh divine design - i have been floating out of control i am convinced i should be on my knees - i think - it better - to be absolved of guilt
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what is life without mistakes
by akvalkova
what is life without mistakes such desolated presence — inane question - lacking meaning much if any ever
and feeling like a guest on earth — divine design itself it is though much unwise must also be when nothing’s there to learn
what is life without the thirst to be immersed in converse - on the slipping of the mind taken by the soul’s reverie engaged by the sublimity of time
while being beggar for some meaning, madness, sense or light…
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