Poetry by Alex Murdock
Homage to the moments that you outlive and the obstacles in your space threatening to inhibit your growth. Sometimes it unravels itself like muscle memory when you feel you're on the verge of not only making a change, then there comes the outgrown ideals or thing you're trying to leave behind out of nowhere to draw you back in. However, we keep on treading, until finally, the moments or ideals dissipates.
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