Surai
its too much and there's nothing left
- Mar 26, 2024
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Why do I write lines when I know no one cares and rightfully so. We are are all alone to ourselves. Its only ourselves we have in the cage of bone. It seems soon and I feel excited for what I miss. When you sit and fall backwards into a sea of black you see the face of nature. Of animals smiling back. Starting to feel like dreams are merging into reality and it scares me. Like my time is coming close. Selfish, selfish creatures. We can act kind when its convenient, but how wouldnt we be animals if that were the case. I just want it to end like im drifting off into sleep. But this life inside just wants to live because its selfish, so I am working against it.
