I Cant Find It, Grasp It, Keep It

i cant find it, grasp it, keep it

not in books, not in series, not in movies, not in my life

there are sometimes, thought, where i have glimpses of it in my daydreams and my soul feels a little lighter for a moment

comfort, its always escaping me and im getting tired of running after it

in a race i can never seem to catch up, so many obstacles that never stop coming that just make me wanna lie forever under a golden sun were i can close my eyes and picture myself laughing, relaxed

it always runs away from me and i cant seem to muster the energy to chase after it anymore

lonely? develop a god complex.

bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else

If I’m a bi girl and I fuck a bi guy it’s literally gay sex btw like pemdas or whatever like it cancels out

why cant we just appreciate the passing of time?

why must we always rush tp the next thing? the next zoom meeting? the next family gathering? the next test?

why must my soul go back into my body to suffer an experience i never asked for?

why cant i just stop existing in this material stressful world?

i would gladly join the stars in the universe

go somewhere i can just admire beauty and art, reading tragic classics and enjoy life through the eyes and words of hundreds of authors in the comfort of the love of someone who cares for me

sometimes I see older people and I’m like... how do you do it? how do you cope with the loss of people and places and things as life progresses