Sometimes, you just can’t handle yourself mocking your existence
Whether it is yesterday, today or tomorrow
You never want it.
You try to live your life
By following what others do and dream
Perhaps, you will find your reason there
Hanging and shining.
Yet you keep staring at the dark sky
Mumbling to supernova seeds
How long, until when,
They keeps growing, bumping and recreating.
Why it is created for being vanished?
Why time never stop to hunt and eat us?
How if we just stop and do nothing?
Skip into the next century.
June 27th, 2021, 1:27 AM.
words village 