sitting in my cramped apartment with a view of my neighbor's messy yard while my siblings are off buying houses and planning vacations makes me feel like i am running in place—every day at the nursing home, the same old stories repeating in my mind like a broken record, and i just want to scream sometimes. i scroll through social media watching their lives shine and it just... it stings, you know?
यार, समझो न, दिन भर में कभी सोने नहीं मिलता, सब घर वाले टीवी पर जड़ हुए हैं, फिर भी चार्ली चार्ली खेलते हैं मुझे नहीं जाने क्यों. अकेला चुपचाप खुद को समेटे बैठा हूँ, जैसे मैंने खुद को भुला दिया हो, कोई समझता नहीं.
sometimes i find myself thinking about how much energy it takes to just survive, like who knew i’d be selling off old toys to afford a shot at keeping hope alive. while the world’s busy on its space fantasies, here i am wondering if i should keep this old lamp or let it go for a bit of relief.
sometimes i find myself thinking about how much energy it takes to just survive, like who knew i’d be selling off old toys to afford a shot at keeping hope alive. while the world’s busy on its space fantasies, here i am wondering if i should keep this old lamp or let it go for a bit of relief.
sometimes i find myself staring at my phone, just scrolling through my contacts like a zombie, and it's weird how lonely you can feel even when you're surrounded by people who don't even know you. the irony of reaching out to no one because every text feels like sending a message into the void and maybe it's just me, but nobody seems to care anyway.