It's the little things. Those things that while they're happening, you don't even realize they're going to end. The music, the movies, the smells, the games, the apps, and even the friends. You think they all last forever at the time. Then a few months go by. Then a year. Then five. And before you know it, you're 24 years old and you don't know where time has gone. No longer know who you are or what you like. And you know that you're not a kid/teenager any more but you definitely don't feel like an adult. Nothing feels real anymore and you're just moving through the motions. You want to feel alive again. Feel the flames of pleasure and happiness across your skin like you used to. You just don't know how to get there.
I've tried to immerse myself into movies, books, games, music, and relationships that I used to love but I, for the life of me, cannot enjoy them anymore. Something is missing. I don't know what it is or where It went but something is definitely different. I wish I could live a life I love but I'm pretty sure this life is a punishment for something from a past life. No way the universe just chooses people to be this unhappy for no reason. Unless there are just some people that aren't meant to be happy. Like ever. If that's the case, I guess I should get used to this life then. Mediocre. Boring. Wasteful. Ugly.
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Poems.
PoetryThese are poems that I have written in the last couple of years. No idea if they are any good but I like them.
