My Own Disaster
Navigating Desolation: Small Brown Bike's Reflection on Lost Years and Unraveling Control
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I was lost in these last few years.
Feeling directionless or confused during the recent years.
Drag these bones to our graves.
Feeling burdened or weighed down by troubles, possibly leading to a symbolic burial of those difficulties.
I was lost in the future we had.
Feeling lost or disconnected from a previously envisioned future.
A cease-fire agreement for now.
A temporary agreement to halt conflict or tension.
Clocks and calendars scream at me, mocking time.
Sense of pressure from the passage of time, causing distress or anxiety.
Me and everyone spend our days, walking lines.
Engaging in routine or monotonous activities, feeling constrained or confined.
Things get different each day.
Noticing constant changes occurring in life.
Creeping back through the latest escape.
Reverting to old habits or patterns after attempting to escape them.
Do you remember it's me?
Asking for recognition or acknowledgment of identity.
Can you forget the grief?
Questioning the possibility of forgetting past sorrow or pain.
Let's remove the tanks.
Desire to eliminate hostility or conflict.
Let's call back the troops.
Wanting to withdraw or retract from a confrontation or battle.
Comfort and control.
Seeking comfort and authority over situations.
It's unwinding me.
Feeling mentally or emotionally unravelled by circumstances.
I can't change any faster.
Struggling to adapt or change quickly enough to cope with challenges.
I can't stop my own disaster.
Feeling unable to prevent or halt one's own personal catastrophe or downfall.
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