Two-hundred and Nineteen: atlas-tough tedium

floating in a river of recycled poems,
beneath a sky of blues; sometimes
i want to surrender, go under
the surface of survival because
it’s boring, you know,
the constant struggle,
the seesaw of the mind
flinging thoughts into
the universe like sparrows
that have never been free,
and not knowing if
anyone is ever
going to watch them fly.


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3 thoughts on “Two-hundred and Nineteen: atlas-tough tedium”

  1. Liked this.

    Was going to say ‘been there, done that’ when I realised it should actually be ‘being here, doing that’ because I feel like this now and then too.

    Someone told me that our life is just a random series of events, with no real meaning. But we need to believe otherwise, and that is why we can’t surrender 🙂

    1. When I was 15, I came up with the theory that everyone’s beliefs were not only valid, but true. I couldn’t understand why our truths couldn’t co-exist. I’m inclined to think like this these days as well… that whatever we believe in exists. Of course, OBVIOUSLY, I am MORE right, but you know… I love randomness and I think that some coincidences in life are so but I also believe in the Universe and energy. We attract things to us and in this sense, we create our own destiny but at the same time, the Universe is the driving force behind everything. Does that make sense? I don’t know why I just went off on one…

      1. Of course it makes sense. The world to each of us is how we see it. And what we don’t know as fact, we try and believe as religion. But I still think that no one can be really right or wrong when it comes to something as beyond us as life and the universe and the meaning of things.

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