Dr Ellman once said that only we can make sense of our lives.
So, if I cannot find sense
then the life doesn’t make sense
Looking for the point is like looking for the feeling that, perhaps, has never been in you.
You try to grab their physical edges, while they tiresomely blur away within your memories. Within dreams that used to be alive.
Your life, mixed with illusion and high expectations, crashed like a simple machine that you entrusted your life to.
your dreams escaped
your flesh exposed
now you’re lost and sad
Published by W. Donovan
Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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