Suffocation
living with minimal purpose
days guided by routines
spilled coffee, wrinkled clothes, misplaced keys
purposeless, stagnant, a frozen existence
numb with struggles that resist quietly within
telling you to let go of what you have become
all that you have allowed yourself to know about you
that lack of information
because you know you more than anyone else, right?
The end
severs the ties that bind you to comfort
it allows you to accept the unknown
to accept the struggles
that will soon come because in this present place
you are not growing and that is more painful than scathing your knees
In the end
you don’t have to practice
you have to just BE