IDEAL STAGE💜

 Humid weather cold Breeze
Knocking mine ideal stone 
Sitting swamping with 
Lots of things to do or not
It's better doing nothing

Confrontation striking on 24/7 why 
Questioning why I'm reducing 
Mineself like timid thought just 
Because I'm not satisfying 
Their desire, dream & so called future 
To leave mine burn out self 

It's okay to have break in windy 
Storms but still trying to resist 
Crawling existing & still 
Minding your sanity to be worthy
To try rather than let it 
Consume in fless of non sensical
Judgemental party of shifting

Does still I'm worthless I matter
For mine shine which helps 
Reflecting the real me 
Beautiful still alive with all emotions

Rather than lie death corpses of 
Foreground ,facade faces & venom tongue 
The more I dive in mine space 
The more I blossom
Of breath satisfying mine happiness
Of living life


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