I’d say I’m cynical.
Bitter.
Expecting a difference.
Anticipating changes that aren’t within us.
Sensing destruction,
A rapid digression.
Shifting between choice and depression.
Hollowed deception.
Habitual lessons.
But I remembered to stop.
Allowing the mind to breathe.
Attempting to be.
No longer accepting an energy that’s empty.
Refusing to exist in a forgotten memory.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
I’d say I’m cynical.
Bitter.
Expecting a difference.
Anticipating changes that aren’t within us.
Sensing destruction,
A rapid digression.
Shifting between choice and depression.
Hollowed deception.
Habitual lessons.
But I remembered to stop.
Allowing the mind to breathe.
Attempting to be.
No longer accepting an energy that’s empty.
Refusing to exist in a forgotten memory.
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