If you don t want to read, don t read

If you don’t want to read, don’t read.
If you don't wanna cry, don’t cry.
If you just want to run, run
As far as your soul can hide.

If you just want to lose, lose.
If you want to forget, forget.
When impression is reversed,
It’s difficult to unlet.

Talk to yourself at night,
Don't panic to look in the eyes,
Dig in every abscess,
That constrict the freedom of sighs.

How far to run is up to you.
You’ll certainly have to rebound.
In foreign corner or country
You’ll run to yourself anyhow.

And heap of your hidden wounds
Will instantly start to bleed.
Flowing thin streams around,
Seeping your thoughts smead.

They’ll take over with their taint,
You’ll have to open your eyes,
And you’ll have to become acquainted
With each of the hidden plies.

And you’ll have to ask what they want
And to let them live in full depth,
To live out all good and all bad
What you’ve hidden deep in yourself.


And you will be hurt by yourself
And this wound will consume the mind
And fetters all the movement.
Neither salve nor pill will aline.

And you will succumb to them,
You’ll feel the energy in
And forget to give them a name,
Will accept as a bunch of strength,

Unsigned good or bad,
Feel their pulsation in
And let them grow to the size
Which they will determine.

And there, after a long storm
Finally peace will appear,
You’ll learn to live with this turn
And be friends with this potential.

Even use it for own purpose
Without giving it name ‘Loss’.
And you’ll lastly learn to be soft
Accept without blossoming thorns.

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