We get loaded with excessive information.
Worsened with constant nagging and expectations, like bullets shooting from a machine gun.
We can't hide from the bullets.
There's nowhere to run to, no time to run away, no energy to do so.
And we just have to absorb, absorb and continue absorbing.
When the time comes, vomit everything out, write as if we won't get to write anymore, and you wished you had extra hands.
At the end of it all, what do you get??
The dark chocolate is sooo bitter.
But it's nothing compared to the bitterness I'm feeling now.
"What is this life if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare?"
Worsened with constant nagging and expectations, like bullets shooting from a machine gun.
We can't hide from the bullets.
There's nowhere to run to, no time to run away, no energy to do so.
And we just have to absorb, absorb and continue absorbing.
When the time comes, vomit everything out, write as if we won't get to write anymore, and you wished you had extra hands.
At the end of it all, what do you get??
The dark chocolate is sooo bitter.
But it's nothing compared to the bitterness I'm feeling now.
"What is this life if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare?"