The lack of lust.

Life is shitty expensive. To be let lose, this way. I don't just think I am enough. Can't ever be. Staring at things glide away, from my hold. This way.
It's like staring down a sky scraper and watching cars zip past. Like I am an entity other than me. Like I am outside of me, like an independent third party observer. Uninterested.
And That observer wanted to become the antithesis of what she sees. In me. She craves the life that others so lustfully indulge in.

3 comments:

Surya Prakash V said...

Hmmm.

I and me, we waste time feeling sorry for each other.

Raj said...

maybe the only thing stopping her is her.

Beauty and the BEast said...

Love what Surya Prakash V has written...