Sunday evenings
I always found myself sitting on the worn out bark near the dam
my eyes locked with the unruly sky
daydreaming
my safe space where I can imagine the most unrealistic things possible
delude myself
I found myself always thinking about the unknown
all we don't know
yet we all claim what we know is enough
when will enough ever be enough
I wouldn't know nor would you
all are scared of uncovering what is feared
notice how you could never outrun your problems
they always come back to find you
same as death
I don't cry at funerals
should I feel something
its just a slap in the face reminding me of all the things i have yet to do
i wouldn't say I am ready to leave this world
but I'm not too willing to stay either
LIFE FUCKS US ALL.
