Huba Huba

United States

Writer, poet, musician, wanna-be-botanist.
Sleep deprived.
Call me a monster, I put milk in before the cereal.
I'm probably eating ramen right now or having a mental breakdown.
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Joined: May 26, 2020

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Wars Within

April 19, 2021

a young bird admires
the glistening brightness, the 
blueish haze of the ocean, 
reflecting the sky. little 
did she know, the ocean would 
drown her in its salt, and
its dark, melancholy, deep end. 
it was until then she knew regret.  

she survives, but finds herself 
wandering without a goal. 
she sees a shining, conspicuous fruit. 
she is drawn to the berry; but
she knew the beauty radiated poison. for
the ocean's betrayal had taught her so,
her friendship with regret had taught her so, 
for beauty had deceived her once already,
but
her feet could not stop inching forward. 

it was until then she realizes; that
regret begins our wages of war within, and
the fear of regret fights curiosity;
Intellectualism fights Emotion. 
the fight is like an indecisive rider, 
who orders a horse to turn left, 
but drags the partnering horse to the right.



 

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