Reality

In an odd dreamless state I walk through a foggy road, and I am not ready to see again.
Sometimes life is too real, as if reality is a glass door you didn’t see and you barge through it, shattering it to pieces.
Everything is getting too real and the hardships of work are facing me and I am avoiding them at 1 am. I know work lifts my spirit somehow but still some part of me dreads it. I wish I had a job where I only had to smile and not focus so hard on doing better than my best.
Maybe my life is just one long fight against myself as I try to accept life and deny it on the same time. Soon, my world will change.

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