Wanting not loving
The blessings you’ve got and as soon as you’ve come you forgot.
That’s the real path when it is your first out. Then come the first step in the dougee religion. They start tear us apart when we are so small. They decide us and make us alone souls who go trough tremendous forgetness while grow. The soul of the slave is growing and wanting. Collecting what they have projected inside us. You love but you leave, as mum once told you, the most important is to need. And you follow the needs, and suppressing the real very deep, like a spelling yourself to forget. But, that thankfully, one day this suppressing comes out, so unexpectedly, that you are falling apart. No matter if it will be it or not, you are crying finally on the right path, firstly alone, but getting so strong. And hopefully you will be joined by the love.
Copyright © Albena Yordanova | Year Posted 2024
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