sometimes, life is tiring.
it passes by unnoticed, present only like the throbbing of a day-old bruise. it aches moreso at times, but for the most it passes by quietly until you are at the precipice and are set to fall off.
money and friends and beauty and class and art bundle together to create this life, the incessant need for more when really, one could live without most of their worldly posessions.
it is the age we live in.
yet also, the age we don’t.
3 comments:
i adore this. and you.
Hello there. :)
You write beautifully :)
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