Some days, I feel like the world is
Crumbling upon my head,
Burying me under the weight
Of its broken pieces,
Unfulfilled expectations, unrequited loves, fractured dreams, unfinished books, tasteless meals, lost arguments, undone beds, spiderwebs spanning the nooks,
In which I hide from life on these moments
Of living nightmares filling my mind,
Concealing my optimism under a kind
Of blanket made of cold sadness and depression.
