Photo by: Rodrian Gonzales
They say, being sad is bad.
They probably haven’t felt uncertainty.
Just plain, uncertainty.
You don’t know where you are, where you’re going
you just know you exist.
You ask yourself, what am I doing here?
And yet you don’t know.
It feels like you lost your “muchness”,
You just lay there,
Wondering what you’ve done wrong.
What to do now?
I don’t know
Then it sinks in even deeper…
You forgot how it is to crave for what you wanted
You no longer wanted what you once bled for,
then you realise,
you want something else,
and that something else, is something, that you can never
EVER
have.
And now your left with nothing
You’re just a pulse,
with no desire to rise
A steady pule
with no desire
A weak organ sack
with no drive to make an impact
steady
and
still.
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