To wake up everyday not having something to look forward too. Instead, it’s a yearning of something I don’t even know what it is. I look forward to someday having finally to have something to look forward to.
It’s like a fleeting ghost at the corner of your eye. Once you try to center such a specter, it disappears and comes back to haunt you again.
More like some dog trying to catch its tail, running around in circles, so close but never enough.
It’s a hunger. Hunger for happiness. No, for something even more, for Joy, to have the soul feel full for once. Yet, the soul is like a black hole, hungry, no, GREEDY for anything that could have the possible vicinity of feeding it.
Such is a longing, for something more, something so much more in life.
*insert accent*
ReplyDeleteyuu beri baddd boi. i tell yuu to come see me but yuu never come. No magick show for you.