Every night before you break free from that social construct and prepare yourself to enter a new realm of calmness. But the brain has its own plan. And it’s always the same!
It’s a dark and hollow sphere … You run. You keep running. That’s all there is to it! And when you are the only one in the race since it began, you don’t get to see the fun part. It’s just an infinite nothing!
The free air outside the mundane window is blaring out its opus, exchanging chaotic rhythms of water and lightning.
I am writing this to the fellow kids like me who are really confused right now, in their mid-20 iteration of their earthly life.
My hopes and dreams shall be broken gazillion time, but I’ll always pick them up, stick them together, and keep walking forward.
Cloudy white mist and mind, the tallest strut of a kind, cuddling the clouds taller as the air, tall in a dream, with moments of despair.