poem: karmic cycle
I feel confused, worn out, and lost
Everyone around me seems superficial, shallow, selfish
I’m not any better…
It’s not a state of depression that I am in, more of “like just floating around in the universe”.
But everyone feels that way?
Everyone chases a distraction.
Everyone feels empty with solitude or company.
Everyone chases validation from conversations
Everyone feels demented
We like to feed off of each other’s energy and use it to carry on with our day
We use each other for safety, comfort, sex, control
Sometimes we get carried away and hurt each other
We don’t mean to, but it happens.
Way too often, in too many different places, too many times by too many different people
Then we sit with the memories, and then talk about them.
With each time a memory comes up in conversations, a detail changes .
We don’t mean to retell the same story with different details each time , but that’s just how our brain works
Not perfect
We fall into bad habits and cycles
Sometimes we feel like we can’t get out
And that’s because we can’t.
We’re stuck.
We’re literally stuck.
But we don’t stop trying
No matter how much we can’t get out
We’re made to be resilient
We forget
People and things around us
We lose feelings, hopes, and dreams
And then we find better things
We move on from situations and people
And we keep going.