Circle

Hey there!
It’s been a while.

All I wanted to say is that I am breathing the same questions,
I didn’t stop comparing my life,
My soul became a little bit older and a bit bitter.

I am still trying to convince myself that what the others want for me is what I should want too.
And I am still excusing my life not being how I wanted, just thinking I should be grateful for what I have.

It’s missing in me right now, a bit of faith and hope.
My now isn’t bad, but it’s not what I dreamed of.

Am I ungrateful for thinking like that?

Sometimes, I say to my mind to shut up and stop morning.
The colors are always gray in the winter and I should resilient and find my brightness.

But I feel my soul sore, as my brain, my back and foot.
I am fading away, becoming someone else that is nott. Everyone becomes something...

I always felt the time ticking, but as the Alice in The wonderlad’s  rabbit, I’ve been hidden in holes.
I am so small, and when you see the gain of sand I am and how kettle I can against fate, I just cover my wad like a kid on the thunder rain.

I need music, a ruela pot and and bed.
Tomorrow is another day.