What exactly
is the point
of all this?
To eat
To sleep
To ****
To work
and repeat
for
the following days
The occasional smile
to break the mundane
The daily monotony
is but a realization
So we sleep
we sleep the
nights away
and repeat
for
the following days
Wash away the days pain
with a swig of whisky
The point of
all this, you ask?
is to repeat
each day until
your final breath
depletes the
one chance
you had at
all of this…
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
There is something oh so irresistible about you.
I sear when I am near you.
Your nurturing aura—a sense as if everything is okay.
I miss—.
I yearn—.
For what we could have been.
Or what we can be.
I have waited long to tell you my stance.
I am deeply wounded—no stitch will cure.
I am sorry.
There are more days ahead, but I’m certain I’m long forgotten.
Perhaps not the man of your ideals, but the man who understands you most.
I don’t believe in mystical creatures and fairytales with happy endings—
But I do believe in patience.
Greater things come to those who actively wait.
You are worth my wait.
With these feelings in heart and thoughts in mind, we can still be.
So until then, I will remain holding on.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC