I take shallow breathes
How can it bother me so much not knowing what my future looks like
Not even a little, a ghost of it
Everything is so unknown
it feels like darkness
It is deep and frightening and bold
It makes it seem like I am going to fail
I don't know what I want out of my life
Right now it feels like everything and nothing at the same time
It's vastly confusing
I don't know why I am torn between the choice to be happy
shouldn't it be an easy decision?
I don't know why a small part of me doesn't want it
It's the part that craves the silence
Alluding to the quiet life where I don't count in the grand scheme of things but will surely be content with it
The part that wants to make a dent in the moon is what holds me back from succumbing to the introverted life
It's owns my mouth sometimes and speaks to the stars
it grasps opportunities with both hands and speaks in colours
It practises what it would write if it were in love, if it lived in The City
it is loud and eccentric and alive
It wants something out of its life
I want something out of my life
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I lov how I can start writing in an awful mood and end up having a revelation about life by the time I finish like
this was going to b in the other one (check it out lmao) but then it ended up happy so
here u go
x lill (who wants to see tøp live so bad but lives in auspoophole)
