It's Contradicting
It's Bipolar
It's fucking bullshit
And yet I feel perfectly content here in my little bubble I call mine, when in reality it was the creators of life.
I sit here and call this breathing atmosphere mine, when I did not create the growing roots of my oxygen supply
We hate each other based on formulated opinions, when we did not give birth to the equations of diversity
We love each other so desperately, yet we haven't gotten a clue that love is just a void made up of synonyms
We are bound to a daring escape of our own greediness
YOU ARE READING
Insanity
Short StoryPoetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it give the illusion of having had the experience, without actually going through it. -Rumi
