tally on the wall
i carve the tally
on this white
empty wall
counting the days
that passed
without a hint
as i stare up
to the ceiling
watching the paint
dry and crack
showing the boring concrete
beneath its surface
on days like these
i feel like i should
do something
to make the days
go by faster
but then again
i question myself
what is the point
in doing anything at all
are we placed
on earth
to do something remarkable
to prove our existence is valid?
why do we seek validation
when the only voice
that matters
is our own?
oh silly me,
why do i bother
so much
to make a change?
i guess
we all seek
for validation
after all.
—the tally on the wall told me.
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