what i don't do bores me and what i do exhausts me.
can i just have a middle-ground for me to say i am satisfied?
doing nothing makes me sane and crazy.
sane for being too relaxed and crazy for thinking a lot of things.
no man is an island they say but sometimes i am the island.
i can't wait to get out of this hole for me to be whole.
i can feel it nearing, sensing it already in my bones.
that is why i hate uncertainties.
hoping for something not sure makes my brain tingle.
but what can i do?
nothing.
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