Wake up

Trapped in the rut that you’ve created for yourself

…as a safety net…

Distortion of life all around.

Thanatos grips your legs,

Trapping you,

Stifling your swirling essence.

Watching the trees as their leaves wither,

As the colour drains from your inner flower’s petals,

You cry not for what you have lost,

but for what you have allowed yourself to throw away.

Searching-feels so close, so nearby;

Within reach…

Then as you turn your back on what you’ve found;

On yourself,

You cry aimlessly.

Wake Up!

 

Emotionally brain farted by: Probable Sushi