What am I doing with my life? Sometimes I forget how bad this place is for me. Sometimes I wonder what I’m even doing. Why I choose to do this and counting the hours until I’m done. Everything looks fuzzy and I can’t seem to catch my balance. It’s a constant and its suffocating
I look around me, cigarette butts on the ground, gray white silver. There’s ants, why is this happening?
Cars pass me, left wondering where they’re going. Jealous that they’re not here.
It’s May, I see one single Halloween decoration looking back at me from the ground. The gold caught my eye. It shines, and I wished it could be me.
I never knew what it was like to feel this way, until i did.