i'm not really sure if i'm alive
i mean,
my heart is pumping,
my blood is circulating,
i am breathing,
but i am not living.
i am stuck in the labyrinth that is my mind
i am trapped in this city
i cannot go anywhere
i have no freedom
and i am not living the life that i want.
i am breathing
but i am not living.
i am merely existing.
but every time i see a shooting star,
i always wish to feel alive.