The ocean is deep
as so as my mind, thinking
about the old times.🌙
LIFE BEFORE THE age of independence and responsibility is way better than life lately.
No one warned me how depressing this age could be, to the point I had to question myself again for my sanity, ❝Why am I here again?❞ I always have an answer to every question thrown in my face, but not this one stupid question. Maybe the search is not over yet?
Or maybe I have no such thing in this life that people usually call a purpose?
My thoughts are like an ocean, vast and deep, yet dangerous, at the same time. There is more room for exploration, and maybe that is the reason as to why I am drowning most of the time whenever I am swimming in my thoughts these days. However, I am not a good swimmer, so I always let my intrusive thoughts win all the time.
People sometimes ask, ❝Am I still searching for my purpose in life?❞
Of course, thinking about the old times might be a good help, maybe because I already found my purpose in life and just forgot about it along the way.
❝Just keep swimming in the vastness of the ocean, alright?❞ My intrusive thoughts always said, and I will—maybe because writing this book will help me arrive at a deeper and more meaningful answer.
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Melancholia (Haiku)
Poetry[TO BE PUBLISHED UNDER 8LETTERS] ❝Are you doing well?❞ A very simple question, but hard to answer. Melancholia is a collection of haiku that echoes the sentiments of the young generation today, who have silently fought hard lately in order to surviv...