I get so jealous sometimes.

Of everything, even life itself.

I’m lost most of the time and it seems

I have no motivation.

I need a muse.

I don’t know what’s wrong

I thought I was content

But when you’re confined?

What more is there to do.

The prime of your life

Under the complete control of someone else.

Why does everything have to be

So DAMN complicated

Of course, I can’t have a real answer

Nothing is impossible

On an everlasting rollercoaster built with suspense

Of course I can’t always be smart,

Tossing around fancy words

Every breath has a meaning

Think about it. You can be poetic about anything.

My insecurities.

I get brought down all the time

Until the point where I get claustrophobic

Forced to think of the world as small

Only right here.

Somehow,

I always manage to get my hopes built up again.