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