people are better than i am.
that's true.
they may continuously say that comparison never was the answer to all the question my mind musters, but it is not true.
it is not a comparison.
it is the truth.
after all, they haven't
felt the wind scattering
through their fingers,
slowly whispering
through their ears:
"why are you here?"
ripping into your
existence a question
you may never find
the ultimate answer;
thoughts flooding your
head, akin to a raging
disaster where you
inevitably tremble in fear
and things never seem as they appear;
they believe forsooth, you need no care.
you are fine as you are.
but it is the truth of this existence that indicates how they slide through the waters of life much smoother than i could ever do.
that's true.
people are better than i am.
YOU ARE READING
my existence is a faux
Poetryif i could summarize what i suffer consciously and subconsciously, it would be these hymns tapping into the deepest of my soul
