paralyzed
time trickling
dancing marching forward.
and i
swept up
in its waves
in its chaos.
paralyzed.
drowning in a sea of choices
of opportunities
am i doing enough?
am i enough?
3 dec 2024, yl
forgotten dreams
Sometimes I wonder where forgotten dreams hide. When the winds, fierce and unforgiving, or the waves of false promises and coupled responsibilities envelop my soul. I see her fighting. She is like a mouse, scampering frantically, towards a world that doesn’t exist. She will never understand my disdain, for she only knows the company of my heart. It can’t be helped. Bury yourself before you accompany my dreams, wherever they end up. Don’t let me lose you too. I wish they would disappear, these silly dreams, so I can be freed from the graveyard of my aspirations. It can’t be helped. We are worn, weary, wilted from the weight of our forgotten dreams. 27 jan 2026, yl
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