It was as bad as consuming a bucket of onions
Living, breathing, life
Getting up every morning
Taking a shower, getting dressed, getting out the door, and into the world
A break would’ve been pleasant
Being able to sit under the trees
Not worrying about time
Now that, would put my body at ease
Constant rush, increasing pressure
Life is like an on going natural disaster
What are we even after?
Who are we trying to impress?
We as humans are deceitful
We’re our own best friend
Yet our own worst enemy
I want a break
Fresh air
I’m tired of being stuck in despair
Let me lie under the trees and breathe
Completely let go of who I used to be