For me, every moment of contentment
is often followed by the realization
of having a lack of either ambition
or the means or ability to achieve it.
And though I can live with the lack of both.
I often wonder
why do we feel the need to be validated
by some measure,
by some reason,
to belong in one of the circles
that the world is divided into.
When we end up questioning our self,
“Who would be actually there for me
if not for the pieces of me
that I am feeding them everyday?”

On behalf of all,
A common denominator

3-2-1
Run

3-2-1
Run

3-2-1
Run

Diary of all Humans

What I did,
Ran

What I am doing
Running

What I will do
Run

You too, following
the same

Till,
The Heart stops running.

On the corner of lonely & sad
South of everything he wanted to be
Just west of love & happiness
Sits a man that often thinks of when he was a boy
Silently smirking about the ambition he once had
Smoke billows from his mouth as puffs with no pass

Looking into the sun until a cloud covers its rays
It begins to rain but he stays while others run away
No fault to them the clouds lack silver linings

What's binding him to that spot?

He's lost with hateful thoughts
Numb to mocks from the flock on the outside
Inward is where it hurts the worst
Waiting for him to blurt out his sorrow
He merely continues to sit with his spliff

I wonder if each hit is a wish?

Love from a Miss, to hold hands with & kiss
His oldest wish
It's too foggy with that salty mist
Hidden from sight despite stature

When's the last time you heard pure laughter?

From him?

He's never happy only top up with apathy
Every day he sits on this corner
Mimicking a foreigner in a land he created

By Axton Rupp