The Art of Our Thoughts- My example.
Every time I watch the sunset,
I feel like I mourn when it goes down.
The end of a day means another day spent,
In a life that often feels too short.
I've tried getting better about letting my days fly by,
But it's so hard.
When the mundane routine repeats each day,
But yet we still never know when it's going to
END.
But that makes sense right?
Because we don’t know how any of our lives will end,
If we were stuck in the moment of being alive.
In our heads we repeat the words of the song and ask,
“If the world was ending, You’d come over right?”
But I am completely torn from this statement.
I so desperately admire my independence,
That the idea of having to have someone when the world ends,
Sounds needy, sounds harmful to what we’ve built.
Because you’re at the point where you shouldn't
Need Anyone.
And yet you are T
O
R
N.
Because you know that's a sack of shit.
We as humans are collectively beings who live for the presence of others.
Their touch.
Their voice.
Their smell.
So forcing yourself into this mindset that you can take the ending world on your own,
Is entirely selfish to your wellbeing.
XX-T
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