life in a cave
That thing called life, what is it anyways. Never satysfying, but only mere moments- which pass so fast, and in the nick of time they too get lost- like the other- dreams and hopes- we cherrish so much.
It goes by so slow-it seems-when we are nowhere near, minute after minute we float around- wasting the time- hoping for something to save us- from us and our wasted life.
Why does the time go so slow, we are damned…and we wait for a miracle. Sometimes it is the circumstance, which we succumb to, but lets be honest- we just don't have the drive- to change anything.
So minutes pass, and we go on, like a bat in a cave- not blind- but cozy in the darkness. And the longer we stay – the harder it is to see the light.
posted by Evelina @ 4:33 PM
3 Comments:
Sounds like you are a bit bored of your life. Next blog should be, "Self-exploration - bored again."
This has nothing at all to do with my life. This is my observation of lifes of so many people, some of them whom I know, and are close to me.
interesting post. i think i know what you mean, but for many people i also suspect they feel that life is flying by way too quickly - the older one becomes the more difficult it can be to take hold of precious moments...
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