How does the spark die out so quickly when it was ignited not long ago? How does the rain come falling down in the midst of the heat? I still wonder how we’re not the same.
It’s weird. I care and express passion. I look and I search until I’m burned out. Then, the sun becomes too hot and the clouds are heavy. I can’t live like this. I still care but caring becomes a burden. The warmth of my bed is so comforting, why must I care to do anything at all? I just want to lay here and let the days pass by without showers or food or human contact. Until, one day, I’m so tired of not caring that I have no choice but to bring myself back to life. A life that will inevitably lead me down the same path, the same cycle, again and again.
The fire will ignite and the passion will drive me a few steps ahead of where I’ve been standing. Then, I’ll stop in place and crawl into a ball because caring has become a burden again. Wanting to live and to continue living… this world asks for too much.
Love, Alyazya
ALYAZYA 
Very poignant Alyazya. Always enjoy your posts:).
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Alyazya, the abundance of life is all around you. Thanks for checking in on my post.
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Life is worth living with all the vibrant colors. Hopes tied
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Starting high with the sun and becoming so drab and melancholic. Brutal. Honest. Confessionally abstract. I want to he sad at how low you dragged us. There’s hope, yes, but what good is it.
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Thank you for our comment!
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Will read this again and may share some opinions.
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Hope my friend, that tomorrow won’t be like yesterday, and yesterday isn’t an indication of what tomorrow will be. Caring shows that you are human; and although humanity these sucks it still makes you human and a beautiful one at that! 🙂
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Thank you for your sweet words
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Life is a wonder. And think about it. We are living it
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The world doesn’t really ask anything of us. But we think we hear it calling all the time.
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