this is the ideal age for exploration, a time to fight the good fight, for your ideals, causes and position in this world. yet i feel beaten down even before i had the chance to start. In time of delusions i seek the comfort of the silence and the thud of thunder for i am confused in my search. With a spirit as shallow as the skin that wraps it, for what lies a head seem a mirage. Importance have lost it urge and meaning. for the frustration and pain that the path hold is suffocating, an overwhelming feeling of escaping ones skin is urgent. a tingly feeling of a long gone soul, prickles the insides with helplessness.
not that the future promises changed, nor the current situation has taken a bad turn, all remains quiet the same, but a fragile structure is facing its weaknesses for the first time.
truth of the matter, i have no energy to argue, no strength to care,
the wise one says
'for tonight might seem dark, tomorrow with certainty there shall be sunshine'
