Remember the storm,
The one i was stuck in.
I wasn’t stuck in it,
I was the storm.
We try to bring peace,
In our heads,
All you have to do,
Is disconnect and leave.
It’s scary, i know.
But you have to cherish,
Every blemish,
Every storm,
Why?
Because imagine being no one around you.
Take that emptiness,
Think of it as freeing people,
From the hands of you.
Give them their happiness.
Walk away.
Without trace.
Give them reasons, justified.
You can’t let your anxiety take over,
Ripping every grass like a lawn mower,
Just be barren.
Embrace barrenness,
Till someone embraces you,
And helps you grow,
Or maybe you find someone.
But it will be you,
The only one.
When the queen dies,
The beehive collapses.
You are the queen,
You are the beehive.
Everyone moves on,
You’ll have to too.
It’ll take you months or years,
You’ll get something irreplaceable in the end,
You.
Alone, not attached to anyone.
That’s when you go back,
Press restart.
ManNotSoDeep 