The ingredients are lost but the feeling still remains, pent up anger and frustration with what or who, why is it easier to tell others what to do, but you yourself are unable to follow your own so seemingly simple advice, what is in my ego that needs to survive upon anger, as it heats up my mind, lying in bed describing all the petty ways which I will enact my revenge while in the morning all is forgetten, and the energy lost, my chest empty by my stomach is in a knot, will I ever be free from you, and your exiguous ways, oh why oh why do keep falling into your heated hell, while those around me suffer for my own frivolous acts.
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
There are so many addictions out there, but why??? I think primarily it has to do with peoples inability to enjoy the silence of the present...
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