minutes and seconds pass me by,
i can't get a stable grip.
while every one is enjoying themselves,
what am i doing?
in the emptiness of my room
i don't feel lonely.
my mind surely isn't.
i feel at ease, i can finally be myself.
i want to escape,
i always do.
when things get too hard, out of hand,
when they get too important, too stable,
i run away.
that freedom i crave,
will i ever reach it?
will i be able to have a meaningful life?
or will i cut off every one because they limit it?
i can't answer.
~ eth; 01/06/'22, "meaning"
