Spiralling

I feel like I’m falling through a downwards spiral, this feeling has always been contagious and viral, now I’m infected. Stuck in a never ending cycle, continuously repeating, no hopes of a death and a revival. There’s no escape. There’s no exit. Is this a mistake? Why does it feel like my silhouette has been reshaped? I’m losing my identity in this vortex, a never ending debate like the senate. It’s painful to my cerebral cortex, my brain cannot comprehend the portents. I see clouds drifting by, this dimension still as blue. Like paint across the skies, birds in twisting flights, my resisting eyes lifting lights as they shutter in sight. A powerful camera recording mesmeric views, this is a gift in life. But the monotony. The same routine is on top of me. I’m bored of being stuck without finding an anomaly, in this world, I seek no apology or rejuvenation for the economy. My ideals of wealth relate to modesty, and honestly in honesty I dislike materialism and novelties. I want for my progeny, the best life I can give them that rises from the atrocities. I dream the same dreams,

I’ve seen the same things, acted out the same scenes. Imagine falling asleep, waking to regret that there’s nothing left to see. Nothing left to be. Nothing left for me. Imagine a reality where dreams remain just dreams, an unreachable step from all you have achieved. All you have believed. A manifestation of your belief but reality deceived. We’ve been deceived. My heart is hopeful, my heart is also broken. Yet with the pieces left, I still lived in the moments still hoping that the dreams I’ve seen are inter-woven, into my soul that’s awoken, dreams as vast and open as the ocean. If I still have the strength to acknowledge this notion, should we not act on emotion and make a new reality from these words that were spoken?!