Have you ever felt like you had been poisoned and slowly dying?
As if everyday you lived was a countdown, meaningless, tired
of nothing concrete, but tired.
As if you're missing out something but don’t know what.
Like if you’re repeating the same day everyday without any change, wondering
what you can do to add meaning to your life.
No, but you're not depressed, you’re just tired, you’re
fine, but tired.
However you can not say that you are happy, cause you are bored and if you live in a constantly boredom it doesn’t mean happiness.
Have you ever feel like you might be doing something else,
instead what you are doing now? In somewhere else? As if everything you're
doing takes you nowhere? But you can’t stop, cause you're been
conditioned to live in a system that doesn’t allow you to give up work, or give
up paying bills.
And at night, when you go to sleep do you think, when is this going to stop? While looking at the roof very
peacefully.
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