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!
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 a for times to come, but I’ll always pick them up, stick them together, and keep walking forward.