Journeys are…
Fragmented pieces of life
They resonate with happiness
And yet, at times
Entombed with the shards of sorrow,
Wrapped in sepulchral lassitude
And they throb and ache.
Journeys are…
Scattered miles to destinations
Tracking a path through time,
They are pursuits.
And yet, at times
Wearied by the onus of existence
They are but sighs
Escaping, like the last breath.
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