Weaver Poetry - Tumblr Posts

The world is in a constant confusion.

And for some reason I find there's nothing wrong.

I look at myself in utter confusion.

And all I think of is a random song.

I keep on going every day.

Wondering what everyone 'll say.

Just to find that there is none.

A whole world of confused friends 'll stay.

And then we'll bid farewell at the end of day.

Wondering where this all begun.

So what's to see.

In this endless violet sea.

In this existential void.

I've been surrounded in to constantly avoid…

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This endless feeling of falling.

Not bad or good, just a feeling that I never could.

This endless never-ending confusion.

That everything is worse than it should.

This constant feeling of utter confusion.

When will all the questions just fade away.

This never ending wall of confusion.

Stop looking like that, I swear, I'm okay.

Confusion…~~