I am 'literally' stuck in a state of boredom and monotony. I gape at the sky and realize it's lonely and it's depressing... My vision hazed...my self simply cut-off from things that used to seem bright...they now cease to look good...a monochromatic splash of expressions... the place, the air...everything around me now asks me to halt, take a look and come to terms with the bitter truth that I'm stuck...so stuck with myself and my bag of fickle aspirations...head saturated with hopes gone broken...suppressed in doubt... the dream seems too far away...how far can I stretch my hands?
...else, this monotony will kill my spirit.
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