20 May, 2019
Over the course of time, you grow tired of a lot of things in life. You begin noticing a lot of the many lies that cushion your existence here. What do you do when you begin noticing this filth? Where do you run away to? Can you run away at all?
Perhaps, it is this facade that I’ve wrapped myself with,
Perhaps, it is this mockery turned into filth,
Perhaps, it is the particles around being non-resistant,
Perhaps, it is just me feeding the ‘non-existent’,
Whatever it is, I’m tired.
Tired of battling against me for me,
Tired of hushing the unsaid against all of actuality,
Tired of boasting this extravagant show of pretense,
Tired of wanting to be in another tense,
Whatever it is….