Citadel

intermission

What is an intermission?

If I say so, this the period of someone's life where no one wishes to belong in general.

The constant questioning of your thoughts and nonstop evaluating yourself and those around you wishing something inside of you were wholesome and not wasting time forming false dreams of innocent bonding.

As if that would happen to a person drilling nails into both hands and feet thinking that they can be some god because at least being a martyr would give you a few likes and retweets.

It what the world does to you.

It put you on a pedestal of doing greatness only to take it away from you based on how the conclusions you made about yourself would benefit the world.

All you need is a break.

A break from all the madness of the world.

So you decide to sleep forever and ever hoping that those dreaming will become a reality.

Life is a game, isn't?

When popping barrages of pills in you and through you as the world watches you scramble for the last breath of air until your corpse drops to the cold, fragile land of freedom.

Still, think life is a game?

Leaks after leaks of your foolish accomplishments come to light and believe everyone is going to smile and graduate you on a job while done something an unaware soul would dream of having.

Pursuing of empty romances still, my friend?

Well, I have as well.

The concept of loving someone with no attachments and purely about their outward appearance is quite rewarding but bittersweet as well.

Some do this heinous crime while others snap into feeling into the emotional spectrum of flowing feelings and never let go of someone that they can not have in the slightest.

Love is such a hard thing to maintain.

One wrong move and your heart are no longer in one piece.

It either diverges two different paths.

Anger or sadness.

Like I said before no one like to be in the period of intermission.

This feeling is where all your conscious thinking disappears.

You become both ration and irrational.

Sane and psychotic.

Yet, you find the most out of yourself during this time of your life.

Everything hit you in full swing.

As the white noise crackle around you be the only friend, you have.

The soft muffled sound of your music slowly drifts you off to sleep.

Hello friend,

Sleep tight. The clouds are there for you.

When the music rises higher, you can finally illuminate the stop of your living slump.

The intermission is over.

Welcome, to the new world of your completed self.