My body feels weak,
Perhaps I’m no longer young,
Closing in on three decades now,
Yet supposedly, life has only begun.Every day, I feel a small ache,
Nothing too heavy, yet it gets in my way,
Like a relentless companion,
A new ailment greets every day.I’m reminded of things like age,
And how we are eventually forgotten
As no memory leaves a permanent trace,
These thoughts weigh heavy,
For those whose dreams seem to fade.As if I can feel time running out,
And I must make haste,
Trying to revert the feeling
Of being a waste of space.
I long for a story yet untold,
Where my worries and aches are cast away,
Lost in the shadow of brighter days.
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As a multimedia artist, I use stories, art, music, and poetry to explore emotions that are often easier to create than to explain.
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