This Looping existence....

It's hard to understand why we do certain things... It's harder to understand why we want to do certain things...

but the hardest of all is to understand why despite wanting, dying for and crying for certain things we don't even try to do them... 

we sit at the window and watch world go about in circles, just like we do all the time and the thing i hate the most about circles is - they never end.

And you keep looping around your own existence.....

If a circle is what my life has to be... let it at least be of my choice...let me choose the color if not the circumference, let me choose the speed at which i loop if not the direction in which i loop... 


And i will cry,
If i ever could realize,
what the words would cost?
when spilled on paper,
and left to accumulate,
some wet and rotten,
some hidden between the lines,
Still dry.

and tell me why?
should i not forsake,
this bleeding existence,
that has me chained,
reduced to an invisible wound,
Aching to be destroyed,
in the face of my dreams,
another lie...



 









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