If comparison is the thief of joy then i can safely assume ive been robbed.
I didn't do it on purpose, in fact, i tried best best to keep my self from being stolen.
When things get too real, join me on the sidelines, watch the world burn with me, Ill keep an i told you so, primed and ready.
Apathy and Nihilism are the only things keeping me from stepping off the earth, dramatic...maybe. But i know you feel it too.
Society is memeing its way through its collective trauma, perceived and real, its getting so hard to tell the difference.
If we don't laugh, we will cry - maybe some people should trying crying, maybe the rest should try laughing.
Hey,
We don't matter to the worms, we don't matter to the gods either. How about we trying mattering to each other
Fuck it right? Cant be worse than this.
Understand me from a distance whilst i come to terms with my contradictions, I promise ive nearly figured myself out. Almost close to the version of me I believed.
I'm going outside now, of touch the grass or whatever.
I'm going to take a breath of the air, before it becomes poison
I'm going to hug my parents, to remind them i exist.
I'm going to laugh with my friends, before time takes them away.
I'm going to blind myself with the sun, relish the burn on my cheeks.
I'm going to sleep outside with the moon, bask in its magic and hope ill one day understand it.
Maybe ill let you know how it goes...this whole being alive thing.
