I feel so detached; from my own world.
I'm on my own; even apart from my world.
There's nothing left in me.
Not even a soul to talk to.
I don't even want to engage in a conversation with myself.
But maybe that's because I'm afraid I'll break down...
--
Where did I find all these energy from;
to even allow my breathes for the past few moments.
Moments so soul-less; so fake.
--
Vertical forces that pushes me forward no longer exist.
All I can feel now, possibly, is the inertia in myself;
the friction I have with me, with The world.
They're all acting against me.
--
Like all other forces, hopefully, this inertia will be overcame.
I'll move on.
--
Do you have that kind of inertia too?
Find your engine, your thrust;
that will bring you forward and move on.
--
Then again. I feel so insignificant.
so inferior.
I don't have the options.
There's no choice, no democracy.
perhaps liberty existed,
but a definite no for meritocracy.
Efforts don't pay off in the real world.
--
I'm babbling nonsense again.
Ciao.
