Changes open up scars that can’t be fixed
I should learn to live with them growing in my being
Push and pull of my body and my soul
I’m a man without any qualities
Adventures in boredom never leave my mind
I sit still like I’ll be a carved statue sometime
It’s my journey to the end of the world’s disquiet
A tale of my travels into the faux depths of an idiot
that breathes death into any beloved he tries to enshrine
What’s stopping the change if not me?
Who’s stopping the growth if not me?
well written..The suffering can be felt.
Thank you Rashmi 🖤
Many suffer with you
I hope the suffering decreases with time or they find the strength to face it