Finally~

Hasn’t it been a long time since the last monologue? Made me feel more connected to my consciousness or something like that, After all these years, Sure, it’s something I say repeatedly, Almost cliché… A life of floating and fleeting, of despair and weakness, Of realizing the weakling who is great at harbouring sadness. The medication and shrinks, I hope I never return, To the sick house and to witness ill-fated people. Here, as usual—walking against the streams, What a laugh, The weak soul, refusing to conform, Why can’t people see the norm is not the norm?! Yes, sadly…after all these years, the system still dumbing me down, Still the coward who is constantly snuggled by anxiety, Ever so afraid of what calamities life could shake this pathetic existence with, It might just get worse than it already is… After all these years, I’ve learned from experience, With a negative outlook, life deteriorates, So being hopeful is a smarter way, It lifts the weight and helps you move your ass, For each passing day seem more tolerable, Keeping busy, help keeps the dark thoughts in its corner. And so after all these years, I am saddened I am still at this juncture, Struggling with life for money and just a little respect? Forget happiness, how about absence of sadness? Or are they both the same thing? Tired of comparing, Not too sure if I should be pairing, For now, let’s settle with putting faith in hoping.