strings

we are pushed and pulled
by so many responsibilities obligations prioritiesthings
like a string so tightly wound
i think i’ll just SNAP

so hold me tighter
as the strings grow thinner
until the high-pitched sound
echoes echoes echoes
to oblivion

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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