Not having something to say and yet , still wanting to say something.
Having no opinion but still full of thoughts on all things. Watching and waiting for something to happen.
The world turns again and we are somehow standing still and moving at the same time.
We don't seem to have learnt about some of the things we do but we continue nonetheless.
Giving prayers to the wrong gods, if any we have made for ourselves, could be the right ones. Not really looking at those around us and noticing the wear and heaviness they carry with them.
Basking in the glow of economic growth and still living cheap.
Fucking over the good things for the fleeting and hollow but still we laugh about how short this time is and how we mean to live it to the extremes. We are only here once we cry and we don't even know that.
Torn between two extremes , loathing and loving
and in the the middle,
my continued self eroding apathy
Having no opinion but still full of thoughts on all things. Watching and waiting for something to happen.
The world turns again and we are somehow standing still and moving at the same time.
We don't seem to have learnt about some of the things we do but we continue nonetheless.
Giving prayers to the wrong gods, if any we have made for ourselves, could be the right ones. Not really looking at those around us and noticing the wear and heaviness they carry with them.
Basking in the glow of economic growth and still living cheap.
Fucking over the good things for the fleeting and hollow but still we laugh about how short this time is and how we mean to live it to the extremes. We are only here once we cry and we don't even know that.
Torn between two extremes , loathing and loving
and in the the middle,
my continued self eroding apathy
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