Cluttered

cluttered

Long pause.

A string of unstable yet endless breathing.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Hush.

An elsewhere risk of fate,

and an over and over anticipation

of should haves and could bes.

Yet, no matter what

everything is in disarray.

Far away,

there’s no other entree.

In deep solitude

yet no matter what

everything seems pointless and dull.

An endpoint to a long way.

Everything’s inexplicably in an uproar.

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Sorry

sorry

This will be the last time I will say it.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just tired doing it over and over again.
No matter what I do,
You always do the same thing.

Perhaps, you can live with that,
A world without me.
And so do I.

I’m tired of being under someone else’s erratic control.
Somehow, I wanted to find my own self.

And I’m starting of with doing a total re-run in my life.
Without you and all your made up hypocrisy.

Regrets are done cause now,
I’m living my own extravagant life.

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