stuck-ness or life?
before you read on, i have tell you this is a complaint. yes i am filling a complaint and filing for future purposes.
the days are moving, well time seems to be moving but i, i am still.
it’s hard to describe, but perhaps i do not belong to this perceived time
so where has my time gone? what is my time? i do not know
perhaps i do feel it, do i know? well, ah, hmmm
i feel it, my vocabulary and sentence constructs or expression could not articulate it
i feel like i’m going in the wrong kind of circle, i feel alone in this circle
there are people but i don’t know what to say
who are they? i do not know
i find it hard to adjust, adjusting, mask changing, it is an absurd identity crisis!
it is restricting, the idea of liberty seems more real, the concept seems to be true in this time, the American psycho way
i believe we are definitely doomed, but no one seem to care, and it is my perception, and i am feeling it
so, i was wondering to myself, well, well well, i really, that time is doomed and our individual time is up
ah, i am damn, and damn all "mankind"
this is frustration, indeed it is, and where is this going? someone would might read it, most people won’t, and it will be another day
another perception, another mind
and again i proved my self wrong… logically
this is a complaint after all
