I knocked myself down
Small voice draw cry for large laughter
Use sugar that cannot be opened in your mouth
Use a net that cannot be opened in your hand
With obsession with unlimited procrastination
Use the stars from yesterday's day
Use the black that can't escape this morning
I bumped into myself
Not even much force
It's already a complete failure
It has already surrendered to the shackles
Trapped in an endless night
Awake in a coma
The day is chaotic
The small poem written in the summer of 21, I don't know if this is poetry, I just write it to find a sustenance for my feelings. Many times of confusion, many times of pain, like falling into the endless night, how can not see the light. Every day I was sleepy and had nothing to do, and I knew this state was not right and wanted to make a change. I started to write something, and as my mind went, I wrote out all my thoughts, words are powerful, at least it makes life less boring, and I slowly find the direction and not so confused.
All the pain will pass, at least that's what I think. It's just that it's not time to smooth out, it's numb to the habit, and it's not so sad.