I become Rip Van Winkle
I become Rip Van Winkle & fall into a deep slumber. I wake up & everything has changed…& everyone has changed. Or maybe I just changed.
When I wake up, I remain in bed, wondering. Why should I care anymore. Why should I try. Why am I alive. Everything seems bleak & meaningless. Hope & clarity can not exist in harmony. Or exist at all. There is no sunrise; the sky is grey and full of melancholy.
“Do you see the glass half empty or half full?” you ask with a faint grin on your face. “I see the glass fragmented in a million pieces.” I simply replied. Your grin fades away and you look mystified by my answer. So am I.
Staring at objects that does not exist; listening to sounds no one else hears.
I see your mouth moving rapidly. I just nod slowly, all I hear are my thoughts, my problems. I am in never-never land. And I can not escape. Maybe I don’t try hard enough. perhaps I would rather stay there. No one seems to take notice that I am gone anyway.
I can’t go back and change what I said and did. It’s necessary for me to keep moving up; I’m making everyone late. Nostalgic for what was and never will be.
Losing my composure. Becoming unstable. Stop asking who I am, what I want out of life, what are my goals. You could not comprehend my answers anyway. I do not know who I am, ergo I can not tell you. I want clarity and someone to trust out of life. But those things, I will never receive. Goals are for the confident; I am not them. I do not want to set myself up for a tragic downfall.
It’s easier just to sleep. You don’t have to deal with the outside elements: people & their problems. Their emotions. I am an apathetic-ego centric. I do not want to wake up ever. Yet I do.
When I wake up, I remain in bed, wondering. Why should I care anymore. Why should I try. Why am I alive. Everything seems bleak & meaningless. Hope & clarity can not exist in harmony. Or exist at all. There is no sunrise; the sky is grey and full of melancholy.
“Do you see the glass half empty or half full?” you ask with a faint grin on your face. “I see the glass fragmented in a million pieces.” I simply replied. Your grin fades away and you look mystified by my answer. So am I.
Staring at objects that does not exist; listening to sounds no one else hears.
I see your mouth moving rapidly. I just nod slowly, all I hear are my thoughts, my problems. I am in never-never land. And I can not escape. Maybe I don’t try hard enough. perhaps I would rather stay there. No one seems to take notice that I am gone anyway.
I can’t go back and change what I said and did. It’s necessary for me to keep moving up; I’m making everyone late. Nostalgic for what was and never will be.
Losing my composure. Becoming unstable. Stop asking who I am, what I want out of life, what are my goals. You could not comprehend my answers anyway. I do not know who I am, ergo I can not tell you. I want clarity and someone to trust out of life. But those things, I will never receive. Goals are for the confident; I am not them. I do not want to set myself up for a tragic downfall.
It’s easier just to sleep. You don’t have to deal with the outside elements: people & their problems. Their emotions. I am an apathetic-ego centric. I do not want to wake up ever. Yet I do.