For the first time ever, I felt like I belong And yet I felt like somewhere I'd always belonged, today I didn't This irony broke me in ways that years will never be able to mend Cause what's broken was already far beyond repair I lost myself in some old precious memories and never once had I imagined they'd never miss me back I stared out into art, i remembered how important it is to slow down and breathe because life takes you through itself in 2x speed I remember being a writer very vaguely, just months ago I had the time and now my eyes burn when I even myself alone How do people live lives, how are they ok with experiences just passing by and if the going gets tough how do they still carry on Random thougts in my mind just pop up like they're unwelcome relatives and send me into an unease that I don't want to care for Strangers are doing me favours i willl remember for lifetimes and I couldn't even look up to see their faces It's crazy how I'm just letting life happen and not even trying to be the captain and take charge of myself People in bunkers are terrified for their lives and here i am forgetting to be grateful for all that I have
I know right. There's a hundred ways to be grateful about if we look at the world and its sad predicaments today. But also, i think that our emotions and feelings are legit and we feel how we feel and what we feel and we must not feel guilty about it. That said, I loved reading this. Saw a part of me and my thoughts in your piece.
