Thursday, October 18, 2018

Pop

The sound of the knee popping signifies the pop of the bubble.
I was brought back to the reality of life.
The amount of fucks I give to my studies, to my friends, to my parents.
It all came crushing down.
I was being selfish.
And that's why I climbed well.
I feel well.
This pop let everything that I built up diffuse in.
It hurts.
It's so painful.
When all the faces flash past my head.
I was always drowning.
And that's why it was the bubble.
I was never above the surface.
It was a false reality.
That all was well.

Fuck this.
Maybe all was well.
I should stop here.

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