#write away your pain you dont have to be a poet or sumn

[rainsofhope]

It's so relatable and I'm and we all are damned to relate to it, because the more we shrink in the real world, the deeper the yearnings grow and desires deep root and the enormity of these swallows us while we are trying to ignore it and not point fingers at it. Calling it 'it' itself seems to be unfair because why should we minimize it afterall, it's within our brains that we don't even want to acknowledge. It's the pink elephant in the room. it is there. It is big. It beats louder in our ears when we are awake at 4:50 am. The anxieties of fear of being too much, fear of being a bother, fear of not living into any of the desires, guilt of not trying, anger of not being allowed to live into them, the multitudes of disappointment at the alarm clock that will go off in three hours, bank balance and CDs we can't throw away or listen to, and we could name 23 more things of yearning or desire for every English alphabets following ABC... All of that, comes and goes. even the moontides have a schedule to follow but not our desires. It swallows us like the sky gobbling up the moon on newmoon night. The enormity of our desires. If it doesn't swallow up us, we puke. it anxiety. It's disgusting. It's life. Unlived and the remains.

is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken