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!
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.
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.