We've all got entwined memories of that blossomed past, in some cases in many parts and in many places too, but how do we cope with the cracked foundations we stand on when there's two worlds in which love blossomed and only one place we actually dealt with it, that was my problem.
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The only way I seen it happening was by taking that trip south, to another home and my other life that crumbled just as quick as this one grew.
I woke up in a hazy dream for my eyes couldn't understand the reality I was in, I was sitting on a sofa having a cigarette under the beating Australian sun, I made it home after three long years, after all the struggling and sacrificing I made it and I couldn't have been happier.
But the memories of pasts love was still there, inside my room and at my door step, in the mention of his name and on the sights our eyes once seen.
To say I broke down, cried and crumbled at my feet is a lie but that's the reason I went alone this time with no attachments.
I knew what was waiting for me once I cleared customs, I declared my card free of sin but behind the lines was a world of heart break and despair.
It's all been dealt with, that's the last place I needed to go for closure, I consider it home in many ways and I can now close the chapter of that book whilst reaping the rewards of the new me emerging from its shadow.
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The waves were crashing against the beach, it was about twenty to eleven and I was sitting there alone.
The sky was being lit up bright blue by the lighting closing in on the shore, a little reminder of the beauty the calm before the storm has and the steady foundation on which I now place myself on.
The ideals of a life I painted by the hardships to go have slowly cracked the foundations of my friendships, slowly cracked the foundations of my mental health, my steady stream has only begun to refill and the water seems as pure as before.
Bathing in bright lights has stripped me blind, nourished my mind and tanned my body, the flame inside is new and a testament of the power each of us have.
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Look at what we've achieved kid, all on our own.
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The only way I seen it happening was by taking that trip south, to another home and my other life that crumbled just as quick as this one grew.
I woke up in a hazy dream for my eyes couldn't understand the reality I was in, I was sitting on a sofa having a cigarette under the beating Australian sun, I made it home after three long years, after all the struggling and sacrificing I made it and I couldn't have been happier.
But the memories of pasts love was still there, inside my room and at my door step, in the mention of his name and on the sights our eyes once seen.
To say I broke down, cried and crumbled at my feet is a lie but that's the reason I went alone this time with no attachments.
I knew what was waiting for me once I cleared customs, I declared my card free of sin but behind the lines was a world of heart break and despair.
It's all been dealt with, that's the last place I needed to go for closure, I consider it home in many ways and I can now close the chapter of that book whilst reaping the rewards of the new me emerging from its shadow.
*
The waves were crashing against the beach, it was about twenty to eleven and I was sitting there alone.
The sky was being lit up bright blue by the lighting closing in on the shore, a little reminder of the beauty the calm before the storm has and the steady foundation on which I now place myself on.
The ideals of a life I painted by the hardships to go have slowly cracked the foundations of my friendships, slowly cracked the foundations of my mental health, my steady stream has only begun to refill and the water seems as pure as before.
Bathing in bright lights has stripped me blind, nourished my mind and tanned my body, the flame inside is new and a testament of the power each of us have.
*
Look at what we've achieved kid, all on our own.
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