WritingbyJordan

why does being alive become a chore

I dont want to anymore

why do my wants lie to what I need

why do I feel

like I feel everything

there is no mountain

no sun

no planet

that feels as I do

now

death cannot touch it

nor life

it remains unreachable

something these words get close to

but fail every time

but there is no point

breathe

only to laugh

love

and let go

just try to tolerate the rest