Repeat
i let go and remember no one gets it
every day feels the same constant repetition there’s nothing that brings me joy in life anymore
Yet I struggle just to get to see the day after next
I think about it a lot I know you do too
But there’s so much I want to experience
I no longer have the energy for
Maybe ill do it someday but I speak from the bottom of my mind
The Mariana trench holds the water of what I see or think every day
People compare their minds to space
But there’s nothing there but empty planets and black holes
They all suck in what comes toward them
They all see themselves as governing their own planet
A world of god complexes
Narcissism running rampant across the universes
But everyone forgot the ocean
So many things undiscovered
There isn’t a direction for you to go in
Just don’t succumb to the pressure you’re still home just digging deeper than most people want to
They’d rather discover other planets and plan for futures they have no idea of
We lose ourselves before we even fully understand what’s going on in this lump of meat we hold with water
I was always told I had a knack for writing I used that praise to put myself above others
Always felt id do something with it
But nothing came of it
I ran away from it all too much pressure under the ocean to really grasp air at all
—but there’s so much above us why don’t you look up
bc the floor is always so nice and there are cracks to look out for
—do u not look others in the eyes and think the same?
I do all the time but it’s the same lies and half-truths to many wounded soldiers on a battlefield we’re all too familiar with
