Apr 30, 2017
Working out is great. It makes your march towards death, a lil more attractive. #randomthoughtsinmyhead #analog #twowaymonologue #leavingsoon #mycity #pointofview
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Working out is great. It makes your march towards death, a lil more attractive. #randomthoughtsinmyhead #analog #twowaymonologue #leavingsoon #mycity #pointofview
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The problem lid when you filter anything just so you can see it better. #3rdworldproblem #problem #randomthoughtsinmyhead #leavingsoon #twowaymonologue #analog #mycity
Dream big, they said, Sky is the limit, they said. But they never told me about the glass ceiling that I need to break. People is liar. #sky #skyporn #analog #twowaymonologue #leavingsoon #randomthoughtsinmyhead
“We are in the midst of a war, aren’t we?”
When I was a kid,
I would often read many stories
about great men who fought valiantly
for their country
The lives that were lost
in the name of peace and freedom
I would often feel awe and horror
over the beauty and the terrible scars
the world has left on one another
Feeling thankful for that chapter being behind us
and for the world finally being at peace
Regardless of how terrible it can be
But now in the year 2016
I cannot help but feel a shiver
As my best friend quietly says to me
“We are in the midst of a war, aren’t we?”
The world I once loved is now divided yet ‘united’
It is pointing and screaming like a child
over things that it does not accept or understand
Or quite possibly only what it chooses to see
Where the only ‘logical’ choice to deal with it’s problems
is to scream or ‘eliminate the ‘problems’
Saying it’s all for us
Even though those of us without a voice, did not ask for this
We just wanted a future not too bleak and dreary
Instead we end up worrying,
Worrying about our future
Worrying about our loved ones
Worrying about those who weren’t meant to deal with the world’s anger
And all I can think now is, when will it end?
When will it truly begin?