Literally, I’m at the edge of my seat.
I’m beat from having hit every obstacle on my way
to my destination,
and now I sit here empty, nothing in hand to show for it.
Even where I came from feels like a place
much more peaceful than this heaven I’ve made,
or built rather, brick by brick,
hoping one day the dopamine hit will last forever.
Alas, it never did.
So tell me why?
Am I still stuck in this cycle for perpetuity,
filled with gratitude but anxiety still eating me,
telling me I’m not doing enough, as if
it wanted to tell me what I need is not bound to earth.
But how is that possible?
Guess to be full, you have to be empty first,
or maybe being full itself is a hoax,
and I’m just a balloon being overfilled,
getting ready to burst into a cloud of smoke
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC
Literally, I’m at the edge of my seat.
I’m beat from having hit every obstacle on my way
to my destination,
and now I sit here empty, nothing in hand to show for it.
Even where I came from feels like a place
much more peaceful than this heaven I’ve made,
or built rather, brick by brick,
hoping one day the dopamine hit will last forever.
Alas, it never did.
So tell me why?
Am I still stuck in this cycle for perpetuity,
filled with gratitude but anxiety still eating me,
telling me I’m not doing enough, as if
it wanted to tell me what I need is not bound to earth.
But how is that possible?
Guess to be full, you have to be empty first,
or maybe being full itself is a hoax,
and I’m just a balloon being overfilled,
getting ready to burst into a cloud of smoke
Thank you for reading :)
