What Is The Meaning? #217

Feel like falling, my soul ran all night. Lost the sense of time and even the few reasons why I still cry. Saw the wolves, they called me “brother.” Hunt with them all night and had not remorse. Is my mind turning into an animal, constantly eating itself up? In a weird way my own inner screams bring me pleasure. Cursed to feel the constant falling of ME and my soul and a pack of animals that call me “brother,” yet they whisper, “We are onto you.”

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Hello, my name is…………. Wait a minute. My name is not important. I’m a wounded soul that loves to write everything that comes to my mind and what's more important, to my heart. I know some of the things I write are stupid and they may not even make sense to other people, but they make sense to me and that’s what matters. I am new to writing on the internet, so if you guys see any mistakes in my writing, please feel free to message me and give me your corrections. I am a firm believer in learning as much as possible from as many people as possible.

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One thought on “What Is The Meaning? #217”

  1. We are the only organisms/creatures/animals that know they know. That is a fantastic asset, but can also be a curse. It is tempting to ‘go back’ the ‘animal way’; but remember, that is a hard world: an eye for an eye. I don’t think that’s the answer ?


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