alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.
in the end, aren’t we all copies of the same person, just molded in different manners?
summer haze grips my lungs.
no one will help a fish out of water in this society.
just because i breathe doesn’t mean i am alive.
is there a reason why my heart beats? is there a reason why my lungs continue to draw breath? the air that keeps me alive,the blood that flows through my veins,nothing is enough to fill the space within me,an empty vacuum of nothingthat used to be something that used to be everything but my soulContinue reading “missing”
the hands of the clock meet every minute, every hour. some say it is the meeting between friends, torn apart by different paths who meet at intersections. the paths wind through a forest, and each time they get farther from each other, circumstances bring them back. they are forever fated to be together at oneContinue reading “finite”