concerned for my future, got my mind stuck in the past barely made it this far as it is how am i honestly expected to last but i made it, i'm here no applause, please, no cheers this isn't quite how i envisioned it not how i pictured it still fighting for control of my life despite everything
I'll always feel in my chest broken Septembers. I am languishing with the days, head first to a point of no return. I am the ghost of an abducted goddess, the one who bled all over saffrons and still holds on to her sorrows. I bid farewell to the sunglow on wildflowers. I bid farewell to daylit copper fields. I bid farewell to golden hours, as down I descend to the sweetest madness, and up it goes to consume me.
Municipal Corporation Has begun collecting Garbage door to door I told them I have special kind of garbage Accumulated over the years The garbage of words They refused to take Saying it's difficult to sift this kind of garbage into categories Their garbage processing plant Might explode
It's been a while since I've written, maybe I was trying to forget the pain that I felt when I put words on the paper, or maybe it was just regret of the life gone by people left detached, maybe this does not make any sense at all this uncertainty is not good for my sanity, all I need in this world of maybes is just some security.
The secure people are usually non-adventurous. I think that is what you need at times.