erick m sanchez


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Moods change with colors
We change with our moods
Spilling sorry even when we're not wrong
Because we seek peace
We follow traces that can bring that to us
Even if it isolates us
Being alone is seen as pitiful
Alone is home
And being lonely, well that's seen as a detriment
We deny ever caring for people's opinions
But we do care
We can love ourselves
And also love receiving praise
At times silence is our friend
Silence is a place to rest our thoughts
We drown our energy searching for truth
But it's often a treasure hunt we take part in
And inside the chest is the peace we've been searching for
When we find it we feel relief
And absorb that peace for as long as we can
Until the cycle repeats

When we begin searching again.

Erick Sanchez