the part about fear to let go hit me. i know that place. you don't move because moving means deciding.
The End (1) - rubbishy wits from a song
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the part about fear to let go hit me. i know that place. you don't move because moving means deciding.
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At the end knowing it is too late
However I start to analyze the past
With all the perhaps, maybes, and byes
Regrettably none worth to my taste
At the end we keep waiting for the next
Regardless how hard to tell if we should
Under the moment, even, the second
Feeling abandoned as waiting to be tested
At the end we all try to understand
Whatever we think that only god knows
At the end there is no end of day
Since tomorrow is too far to comprehend
At the end too much fear to truly let go
At the end we all hold something dear to our heart
And at the end it is all about longing,
That never ends with belonging in our soul
At the end I wonder what makes you mine
At the end I wonder how to be truly yours
Between the absolute and the unknown
At the end, we do find the end,
And at the end I have no regrets
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i'm copying out 'it is all about longing / that never ends with belonging' into my notebook. that line just sits right.
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you end with 'no regrets' but the whole thing sounds like regret, like you're listing all the things you're unsure about. did that resolve?
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there's a lot of longing in here. i keep wondering if you actually reached whoever the 'you' is, or if you're still waiting.
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when you say 'under the moment, even, the second', is that the same instant described two ways, or are they different?
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the part about fear to let go hit me. i know that place. you don't move because moving means deciding.
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wait, when you ask 'what makes you mine' and 'how to be truly yours', is that about someone real or are you asking yourself?
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the (1) in your title makes me wonder, is this a series? like do you keep writing about endings, or is this the only one for this feeling?
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the image of waiting when you're not sure if you should; that stuck with me. was this about a specific time, or a feeling that recurs?
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At the end knowing it is too late