I must lose
it all.
I must lose because I don’t have anything hard or ugly or cold or
bitter inside. I don’t have a struggle. I was born in a simple family to loving
parents. I was bound for normalcy. But what is normal? Is it a fence we build
for ourselves or a wall others raise around us? I think it’d be best to call it
a state of motionlessness. Of not going anywhere. Like trying to swim in an
ocean with no waves. Or maybe that’s what our indecisive brains try and tell us
– to move away from the comfort we burrow ourselves in. however, like the roots
of an old tree, our beliefs fasten themselves into a ripe ground of youth and
age till they’re too rigid to change.
The only
thing I've ever learnt from life and love is that sometimes we should close our
mouths but we should never close our eyes.
Now I rage
without a reason. I burn without a flame. My voices have no words anymore.
I must lose
it all.