Isolated Island

 It’s not all fine. It’s probably pretty fucked.

A lot of things going through my mind, one at a time I try to filter through because I’m not going to be weighed down by my thoughts, not again.  

After a stressful day at work, the anxiety of not messing up, and not getting faulted, I end it with nothing to look forward to besides falling asleep and starting a new day. 

I dream of a day, I'll be at absolute peace, doing my own thing with my own person. No pressure, just navigating the path of our lives. 

I dream of a comfort with no ending. I selfishly want to live without a care in the world. Just happy in my bubble, not living delusionally but rather impenetrable. 

It's pretty lonely, having no one to share my thoughts with, no one to rant and sulk to, no one to love up on. 

I’ve been an isolated island for too long, it is time i brought in life.