A Foray into Nothingness

What do you see? A swarm of bees, some trees, ghosts roaming around free.

Are the ghosts new, or are they old, did you ever stop spoke with them,
Or did you accepted them foretold.

And when you saw a dark cave, the view from afar began to fade. What is lost and what will be found is something that needs a wait.

But wait o' wait, and how much you will. Revolve or recover, who cashes the bill. Are you going, going, gone to the other side still?

What awaits when you sleep, is a person who came from the past, will you forgive them, or rot with them and be a sheep.

Discover! Express! Don't miss out on these doors. If you're not careful, your time might hit the floor.

Which is still ok, I guess? Who am I? Am I nothing, or will I ever be?

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Throwing away is easy, it doesn't require much effort. Recycling, is transformation.
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In the deepest corners of your mind, thrown are those millions and millions of thoughts that you have thought, and experiences that you've been through, and thoughts from those experiences, while only stories, are so true for you that the only way you see at a similar context is through that story. What are you, without your story though?
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What was heard ::

"The moment you realise that all these tiny things that you make a big deal out of sometimes are very, distracting. Takes out a lot of energy from you. Will be the moment you start putting your energy to improve yourself. In anything. But start, atleast. Stop spiralling in, spiral into art instead!"

What it means :: ?

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