cyndrdev

I can't remember the last time I looked both sides before crossing a busy road. cars pass, left and right, somehow avoiding my weak body ambling across. I can't remember the last time I smiled without it feeling wrong. like somehow, happiness is an emotion I'm simply not allowed to feel. I can't remember the last time I did something I felt proud of. everything I do or make is missing something, something vital yet unknown. I can't remember the last time I fell asleep without crying. either with tears streaming across my face, or swimming through my heart. I can't forget the time I spent trying to keep my life together, desperately attemp

The world keeps turning. Every hour, every minute, every second of every day, people run, rush about, come and go. Going nowhere and back again, travelling to distant lands, running from what they want to forget. things, people, places, everything keeps going, forever turning, as meaningless drops of paint on the world's canvas. The birds in the sky going from one nest to another, escaping the heat of the blazing sun and the freezing snow, never rest, never stay for long. The goats in the mountain move from cave to cave trying to find food and water, and sometimes succeeding. But a few fail in their best efforts, and are left to die, alone i