Isn't it funny how we perceive thing. We emphasize on how lonely we are, when we can sleep in a small clean bed, you get monthly salary from a job that doesn't suck that much yet you keep complaining, questioning on how the world is nothing but time to be wasted, and you feel such enormous gravity to feel stuck and lonely.
If someone's mind could prioritize on what needs to be felt, to think about, there would be no war. We all just feel a bit confused inside, we know we need to appreciate small stuff, and want to feel safe yet somehow such anxiety keeps crawling to your skin. You keep repeating on your silent whispers,"when am I supposed to be home?" When you are home already.
Isn't this kinda nice already? I'm in my room, lights are off. What is left to be angry about, to be sad about?
If someone's mind could prioritize on what needs to be felt, to think about, there would be no war. We all just feel a bit confused inside, we know we need to appreciate small stuff, and want to feel safe yet somehow such anxiety keeps crawling to your skin. You keep repeating on your silent whispers,"when am I supposed to be home?" When you are home already.
Isn't this kinda nice already? I'm in my room, lights are off. What is left to be angry about, to be sad about?
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