I have this dreams, I ain't talking of making it big in the world just maybe of finding happiness.
Existence itself can sometimes be torment, too many are the times to count where I did something against my will, we speak of freedom but are we really ever free?
I felt lucid and a sigh of exasperation escaped my lips.
How could I ever find peace without letting go of my inner self hate?
How could I ever live life if I didn't have the will to face the day that comes next? What is it that compels me to feel obligated to keep going? Nothing but the fear that holds me still when I think of the consequences to follow if I ever were to derail. These are my delusions because there is nothing unique about me so it is high time I started acting like a decent human being.