It's just been a blur
A haze
Thick fog with no lights to guide me home
...
I'm just drifting in space
Not really living
No goals
No hustle
No motivation
Just
Breathing
...
If everyone were to leave me at this second
Would I cry
I guess I would
But I can find some solitude with being isolated
It's just my own problems
...
I could be living in a beach house
Listening to the waves
Reading a book
Cuddled up next to my cat
With no worries in the world
I can be me
The best
And worst part of me
Without hearing others think I'm a scum
It sounds perfect
To me at least
...
Where would I go
If I died
Would I be floating in space
Like how I am right now
Would I be reincarnated
In a different person's life
Will I ever be satisfied
Will I still be depressed
...
Ensuring that you're surrounded by people and don't feel alone
Is a social construct
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Star-Crossed in Parallel Lines
Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
