Too busy outside.
Too busy inside.
Itโs not much fun to live in this world.
It used to be at least interesting, every morning something new.
Now I just hope for peace.
Being able to do the things that I had planned. But more things start coming in.
The night was not long enough.
Getting up, trying to manage through the day.
Planning for the end.
Trying to exist.
Nothing matters, I donโt care, just some things matter like the people and stuff I leave behind.
When Iโm gone and when Iโm ready.
When I love and when Iโm free, forever I demand.
This is not my place to be so itโs a prison.
Many lessons.
Developments.
Is it for the collective or just me?
Iโm a part of everything so itโs never disconnected, but itโs my journey.
Fitted for me.
And I have to get through it.
Accept it, sometimes not accept it, sometimes love something.
But hating most.
Too busy outside, noise.
Too busy inside, stuff to do.
Places to be or not to be.
They used to be opportunities mostly, what can I do, where can I go?
I still try but my path has become so narrow.
Itโs even hard to walk at all, every step takes time and courage.
And I donโt like it.
Iโm so over it.
The path is long and narrow, itโs my fate.
18-07-22