bits and pieces

Why do you want to be pushed and shoved again ? Pulled and sent in different directions like a paper boat riding on ocean waves. But what journey is this ? Which path is mine and which not ? Deep down I know. But do I ?

What flusters you most ? The not so unwavering waves you ought to surf or the steady images you have been into and out. 

The insides are torn into bits and pieces with each rush of fresh air. The heart aches and burns to see their smiles, and mimics, perfectly, for the world to see. 

Running away ? or running into ? It's just which way you look at things. Squandered yes. Over not. 

It's what you take from each of them. It's how you deal with each of them. 

There's this brick wall I wish to smash someday into

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