I’m so fucking disgusted.
You are the creator.
Play time is over.
There’s no time to cry.
So build your fucking empire.
thought i was depressed,
turns out im just unimpressed.
too stressed to rest, I’d realize as I got undressed.
your eyes, never quite impressed but you’ll settle for second best, I guess. forever searching for what’s next to digest the regret that you never actually address.
At once I feel whole and anew.
At once I feel like everything that I thought I once knew.
Its been a feeling that’s been hard to come by when youre scrambling to piece together the crumbles of what you once called your life.
But this is pivotal.
A blank slate; tablua rasa; a take-two.
I can only imagine the things I am capable to do
That’s been the theme of my journey.
The single word mantra I’ve chanted to myself whenever I’ve been in a worry.
It’s a strange thing.
Because it never feels direct.
Just go with the flow and see what life brings you next.
Yet, it seems, all my wishes come true..
But what they don’t tell you is that your wishes dont complete you.