
My body
drowning in a
hoodie and sweatpants
knowing it won't
and can't
muster the energy
to get up.
Not that I
need to.
It's the middle
of the night.
But it seems
When you’re trapped
in a place you can’t escape,
routines that never end,
drowning under piles of paper,
with the deafening sounds
of endless haunting expectations
Sometimes
I question why
I do things.
Sometimes
I question why
other people
do things.
Sometimes
Comments
Gorgeous capture!
Thank you! This was from a few years ago but it’s still one of my favorites!
Yesss it's so nice, the sand looks so soft and the water seems so calming! I also tend to post some of my old photos too haha, I just posted a picture from two September's ago right now actually. I haven't really published/put my art or writing anywhere so I'm glad I could put some of it here
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