Which is heavier, my body or this heart of mine?
The quantity of the heart is much harder to reassure.
Life is full of assumptions and depressing pressures.
Undecided but I’m riding the ocean waves.
Instinct is my driven force, wanting to be brave.
I walk in a road where the path has a dead glow.
I kiss the shadow of nothing, to endure - I stay low.
Obedient as I am, the ocean is my starting point, down below
to where I creep and swim in slow-mo.
My feet had grown cold doing what he has been told.
The needy feeling had gone old.
I open my heart to go bold.
Just another piece of my life unfolds.
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a friend of mine once said: world will forever indifferent to us, but we always have a choice : be passive to social realities or make an act and define own meaning to help create a better world.
I'm feeling depressed more, that's why i posted this, it reflected on how heavy my heart as of the moment.