It’s told insanity is to do the same thing expecting different results
To that, one must ponder, are we all but lunatics?
Perhaps i am.
Desperately seeking something worthy
Waking up morning after morning hoping life to bloon out of nowhere
laying down every night afraid of a future that may never come true
I Found myself alone and overburdened.
Losing time in this new attempt
but i already lost count of how many “soon-to-be-happy-lifes” i tried
just to all end the same in a hospital bed,
hatching another futile hope.
Hope to finally live for once,
however, i keep dying again and again wondering,
Am I part of a cosmic continuum or just dust?
I hope to be dust, then i would not be a total waste.
For this is our one-shot of existence, and I'm running out of ammo.
How do I keep the resolve to carry on?
Because I already pulled the trigger once.
I’m insane if I try again?
Arte: Head of a skeleton with a burning cigarette - Vincent van Gogh (1853 - 1890)