So i sit here in a total funk. I just don't feel the need. For anything. Life is so abstract but i feel caught within very strict lines. What's the point of all this? To live? I like being, but where's the higher purpose, the glory? Caught in stupid worries, i escape to the surreal. I just want contentment. I remember it, but it seems fading. I want out of this linear life.
No comments:
Post a Comment