Everyday Life

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Sometimes I feel I don’t belong here
Whatever the fuck this place is
I thought I was going towards a paradise
To achieve something with unrelentless determination
The process is so long, I almost can’t afford the inflation!
Ashes of emotional debt has long been calling me
It’s yelling, go out!
Live through your fantasies
Do something brutally and wildly crazy
Then the contemplation of staying sober starts over
Lest we not be held by short term pleasure
What is the meaning of life without living it?
What is the end game those who are living it?
Though if given second chance, I know I’d relive this

Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak

-William Shakespeare

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