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jacqueline | July 25, 2025, 5:20 a.m. Might be a poem

I look around my room and see every person I thought I'd ever be. 

But as each day goes by, my precents always surprises me. 

I see the things I've tried, collecting dusts on each side

The walls covered in skeletons of dreams that came and went 

Is it my fault I can't just seem to be...

Content and still, at ease, no scurry, no hurry

no worry, no care? 

All these thoughts come over me, like nightmares or a daydream. 

It just depends on my energy

The dice roll as if someone slipped on ice 

Scattered and unpredictably 

My fait once trusted to a blind man landing a parachute 

I walk with no hands holding mine 

To brace me when I stumble 

But I have yet to crumble.

This beautiful life I get to live

Not sure I'll see the end 

Surprised but not surprised 

Gratitude washes over me

The moments and memories I'll bring with me

I have thrown my clock to the wind. 

"What is responsibility 

Without reciprocity"

I ask myself everyday 

Who takes the blame with or without fame 

Someone please take responsibility

For the aimless and endless tunnel  

The long stretched out abyss.

Don't get me wrong, this wasn't your fault either

You just made it, made me, like your golden retriever 

With all this time you had 

Might as well live inside the paint and pastels

Rather than wonder how they came to be

Spread the colors 

Across and through 

Listen, I understand you 

I live this life, because I know you need it

You need to see it 

The monkey inside its cage 

But just remember

The monkey feels the same 

So let it out, give it a chance 

To live beyond the walls of confined space 

Or 

Is it up to the monkey to see 

That the walls were never there? 

That in fact, 

The shadows were just a show to scare 

To entertain and be aware 

To expand and explore the concept 

Of the silent dark stare?