#whatcanwedo
This state of limbo is the calmest and scariest place to be.
Where all of these decisions seem to matter long before they've been made.
And here I am just staring down the possibilities...
I can stop you know.
I have self control and that is something I can be sure of.
But even now, what are we supposed to do?
I'll start with saying this:
I'm not going anywhere.
I am not a guarantee for what you might want, but I won't leave.
I can't.
So here's what I propose:
Stop. Think. Act.
And sure, that's brutal honesty, and it's not easy.
But you've got an iron will do you not?
For now...
Just watch some TV with me.
Please?
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
Gravity is pulling way too hard these days.
Or is it the heavy blue of the sky that is weighing me down?
Perhapse it has always been this way.
Or perhaps it is due to my mere existence.
Life.
My life.
An endless depression. A suffering.
An extended metaphor describing this temporary earthly existence.
The promising highs and their corresponding lows like a beating heart.
But it all shall pass.
The sky will hang too low and gravity will pull too hard leaving me no choice but to crumble into death. The dust from which I came.
Death will find me, and relieve me from this suffering. This depression, this life.
Death;
An Eternal peace, my sweet escape.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC