these days

 

I wish there were more things

That could spark hope

You know it's a bit odd

 & a lot shabby,

I know it's not poetic 

But let's go to the point 

Being alone sucks 

Scrolling feeds, 100's of messages on social media 

& then avoiding everyone sucks too.

Seeing all those close people, your BFF

Posting shit sending streak

Feels like why I'm here, why not there,

It tears me apart

Because 

I don't know what I'm doing 

Even sometimes it feels like I knew it

But then I get a sudden feeling like "is it worthy enough".

But yeah I know this season 

I'm being selfish 

Thinking about me & my career

But why not?

Why should I feel guilty 

Choosing my career first as a priority,

It's not that poetic, right?

Yeah, it's a reality.

Everyday living the same life

Entangled with same work

Seeing other stories feeling jealous,

It's like trapped  in the same cage

Well let's say reality always suck

Now let make this poetic ,

The clouds keep me company, 

Twinkling stars give me a ray of hope,

I keep waiting for good days,

Ignoring the truth,

Hope is hiding in plain sight,

If only I dare to look deep enough.