A few years ago, every time I would walk into a convenient store and be rung out or be served at a restaurant I’d notice that the people working that job were much older and I’d ask myself “Why are these 40 year old men and women working a job that has zero fulfillment?’ Up until I was about 20, I was under that impression that your dreams are everything you needed and as long as you desired something more than anything else, It would just turn out okay. I was naive enough to believe that at 16 and it was a beautiful thing. Read More »
All the adults around me Constantly existing in my life They talk and have grand conversations Using sophisticated words and phrases Each sentence as predictable and judgmental As the next Just like their lives Perfectly planned and executed Like all the rest Cookie-cutter conformity I call It. The talking suits and ties Pledge to live by it
Feel the seemingly impossible moment and pause the world around you. Room upside down. Your head pounding. Your life in the worst crash of its entirety. Or so it seems. And attempt to swallow that huge lump in your throat and let it drop down to your heart. Look around everywhere you go and enjoy being reminded of them at every sight you see.
Look in the mirror. Hate everything that’s looking back. Clench your fist and shatter your now depressing. Self loathing world. The shards fray off into your now thin skin. The sudden rushes of pain don’t phase you. You felt a different level of pain, the day they walked away.
Take a flame and place it onto those Polaroids hung so cliché on those string lights. Instantly regret it the second you can’t go back.