Theres Something Broken In Our Generation,

“There’s something broken in our generation,

There are so many sad eyes above happy smiles”

~atticus

@atticuspoetry

It’s hard being a rope.

One moment you’re just mindin’ your own business, holdin’ up a jungle bridge…

…and the next, you start appearing and disappearing completely at random.

No wonder the bridge is falling – some silly civil engineer decided to use transdimensional supports again.

Have you read Murakami's Norwegian wood ?

I've only just started and I already feel at home.

When Naoko talked about our inability to accept our deformities, for a moment I almost forgot that I was reading someone else's words.

It felt too personal. If I'd known how to express myself, that's how I would've done it.

Naoko's fears regarding whether or not the outside world will accept their deformities- I couldn't help wonder whether we were all hiding from ourselves..

Each of us, hide parts of ourselves from others- even from our closest friends, because deep down WE are afraid of how they'll see us.

Parts of ourselves WE feel are wrong, deformed, things that do not conform to the

normal archetype.

I think Deep down, we just want to be accepted by ourselves.

If I'd known that I'd grow up and some day want to draw a tardis on my hostel room wall, I would have learned how to draw a very long time ago 😂 nevertheless, here's my tardis ❤

So out of place..

I was meant for the black and white movies.

This age is too much for me..

I was made for a time when horses and corsets were commonplace..

I was meant for chatting in coffee houses and book dates to books stores

Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for innovations

Electricity? I love it

Mobiles? So efficient

But I really can’t help but yearn

for a time that can’t possibly return

A time of blossoms and greenness, lovely dresses and exquisite balls, of letters and of love that were true.

I wish it were enough to just exist, to just be alive..