πSolace Β· Depth
Tired
Nanda Regine0 hearts0 roses
Tired of sailing through waters that were not meant for me. Waters that failed to challenge my fear, To disrupt the waves hidden within me.
Tired of treading lightly when I was born a fighter. The taste of triumph being a longing feeling, That is never satisfied.
I sense the presence of excitement somewhere in the horizon, But I'm tired of the disappointment that these waters bring. Maybe I was never meant to sail above them. Maybe I was meant to be... Deeper
β Nanda Regine
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