A string of unstable yet endless breathing.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
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.
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.
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.