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The Breaks
Who am I, and where do I belong?
I often find myself hugging those questions
where is this peace and tranquility some speak of
why must it hide from me
I want to be able to lay in bed and not worry
to be free of sheep type stresses
paying for air to feed my lungs,
and yet the birds fly free
I'm lost I can admit that
my path is riddled with misdirection
some days I cringe at the sun
wanting, something unattainable
forced into a minimalistic lifestyle
I carry few objects and even less faith
I wanted and therefore I don't anymore
the stars are just aligned that way
I often find myself hugging those questions
where is this peace and tranquility some speak of
why must it hide from me
I want to be able to lay in bed and not worry
to be free of sheep type stresses
paying for air to feed my lungs,
and yet the birds fly free
I'm lost I can admit that
my path is riddled with misdirection
some days I cringe at the sun
wanting, something unattainable
forced into a minimalistic lifestyle
I carry few objects and even less faith
I wanted and therefore I don't anymore
the stars are just aligned that way
Published 8th Dec 2013
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8th Dec 2013 2:01am
great piece here Nikkimoe, these quarter life crisis come and go ;)
deeply relate-able to read, you put your thoughts onto the screen without flair or fanfare and the lack of what I call Nikki-wit, makes it all that more solid.
maybe a comma after 'I'm lost, line 9 and 'I wanted, line 15. try it see what you think
good stuff Miss, shine on
deeply relate-able to read, you put your thoughts onto the screen without flair or fanfare and the lack of what I call Nikki-wit, makes it all that more solid.
maybe a comma after 'I'm lost, line 9 and 'I wanted, line 15. try it see what you think
good stuff Miss, shine on
8th Dec 2013 2:02am
8th Dec 2013 4:01am
8th Dec 2013 5:58am
I snuck into DUP for a sec...and I Stumbled into you...you are a force my dear. "They" say you can be master of anything in 7yrs.. So from that you many (7yrs) left...to see what the world has in store for your and YOU for IT. :)..A to Z is not a straight line... remember that..good luck....Always love your words
8th Dec 2013 3:38pm
Nikki,
You write so well of thoughts and feelings I've often had myself but never put into words.
Thanks for this Nikki.
You write so well of thoughts and feelings I've often had myself but never put into words.
Thanks for this Nikki.
9th Dec 2013 9:40am
I'm lost I can admit that
I carry few objects and even less faith
I wanted and therefore I don't anymore
yup. My thoughts exactly. Some of us just have to keep hitching new roads or we might actually have to find something one of these days. Where's the fun in that? Idk im babbaling. 2 star r man. im looking into that myself :)
I carry few objects and even less faith
I wanted and therefore I don't anymore
yup. My thoughts exactly. Some of us just have to keep hitching new roads or we might actually have to find something one of these days. Where's the fun in that? Idk im babbaling. 2 star r man. im looking into that myself :)
9th Dec 2013 8:27pm
Heh! "Sheep type stresses". I know what you mean. I've heard it said that the wisest course of action for many of us is to never own more than you can carry. There's also the quote from the film "Heat", when De Niro says "don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." If only life were like the movies, eh? Many things are just not possible. I'm starting to believe that the misdirection is what carves our path. It can be so confusing. So much is unattainable. But we get better at failing. These days, I don't know what I'd do without being lost. Wonderful work, Nikkimoe.
10th Dec 2013 1:45pm
31st Dec 2013 3:59am
Trust in your own flow, for all the shit that's just so.
I have long admired how you can spit without having to explain your shit. No pause for reflection. Fine work, Nikki!
I have long admired how you can spit without having to explain your shit. No pause for reflection. Fine work, Nikki!
