Where there used to be hope is now emptiness. Vague feelings aside, I cant seem to fight the currents in my head. It draws me deeper in my thoughts and I hate having to subside in myself. I’d much rather cave in someone else’s thoughts because they are not familiar. Having these familiar thoughts is demonizing. What used to be inexplicable is now simply boredom. I’d like to challenge myself to new heights, new disturbances, new fantasies that can never be fulfilled. I need hunger, I need thirst. I need the feeling that I’ll never be satisfied, because then I can advance. Or, at least I’ll feel like I have to advance. However, some things on my mind keep growling and biting and thriving on borderline violence. They anchor and agitate me.
I can’t help but feeling angsty.
Deliver me. Or wait to see if I can grow my own wings.
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