Making its worth in the face of the dark,
Forming and raging.
Standing and staying.
Making its worth,
Forming from nothingness,
Reminder of the past,
Formed through the fire and the flames,
Breaking until known,
Till it cannot be felt.
Mixed day, feeling good now I guess. People pissing me off and making me not aware whether it’s my overthinking. Highlighting the problem with my memory, lingering while events for others fade and leaves me remembering and thinking of something that has passed for others.
But ended with chats with awesome people and stuff. A reminder that some shit can be good.
Can’t be bothered putting any effort or care or worth in people who are toxic, they’ll just drown in their own toxicity.
Poem drifted across ideas and tbh isn’t finished, lost interest as I am distracted.