in the mid 20s
at times I was able to feel that I have a very bright future, that I am able to do anything I want to get there
but at the other time, it feels like I have no future at all
pressuring myself until I'm lost
there are a lot to think about, to plan on, setting the path step by step to finally reach the goal
but at the same time it is obligated for us to stay present at the moment, pushing ourselves to the limit, pushing ourselves to give our best on this moment
one's time and energy are running out, absorbed by the work they're doing, yet they did not get paid as much as their hard work
one's time and energy are scattered everywhere, but money keeps on flowing to them
at the end, comparison is the one who attacked us
and then I realize I have been cruel to myself lately, and nobody reminded me until
for three nights straight, crying beneath the blanket each time before eyes are closed
and in a way home, I cried out to God knows who, not even knowing what makes me cry
on that kind of situation I was still blaming myself, that every time there's a tiny problem I should have had overcome it
tired is not actually the right word
fortunately the teardrops that was let out brought me peace and relief eventually
until the end of the day, I am still here
heal by itself
from the wounds that have not been talked about
a conversation in a way home, September 23rd 2021
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911
Poetryi journal when my feelings starts to get me drowned in it. but a thousand words won't be enough to let it out. so to make it short, poetry came by and gave me some words to get things out of my chest. almost like my 911 calls, helping me to stay san...
