Caught myself stuck in the past memories,
Like a bird in its aviary; I may see what’s outside,
But I’m all caged in what it is called memories,
Found myself reading through the old conversation,
Hoping for it to still lasts,
Beautifully remembered, cherished by a soul,
I wish I could be more understanding towards myself,
Laugh, cry, smile when I have to,
At the right moment,
In the right way of feeling something,
The real deal,
I want to be able to feel something,
So free yet so vulnerable,
That I am not afraid of my own feelings,
Not stuck to something I do not know,
I want to break-free from all what’s stopping me,
But I do not know what it is exactly,
The truth insides,
Either a prison or a sanctuary,
It is all messy,
Sometimes it made me cry,
Sometimes it made me smile silly,
But most of the time it cuts through me.
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