Vent

Trying to make a living one day we’ll walk on tombstones and wake the dead, one day we’ll receive a big enough cheque to shake the entire globe, one day we’ll escalate our happiness stars we’ll look up to us, one day our words we’ll touch millions of hearts, one day we’ll look into our past and overhear old prayers and one day we’ll put our names next to the greatest of all times... one day.

Standing on jelly trying to convince the officer that we’re not drunk, living in a world where the talented become couch potatoes and feast their eyes on past textbooks televised on their screens. Witnessing individuals who haven’t worked as much receive enough spotlight to brighten a small town, we witness the fortunate make a living and feast our very same eyes with individuals with piles of validation of knowing the job better and no experience... welcome to planet Earth, how may we alienate your talent.

Our tears may dent our personality; we tend to care more about things with no use, such as hearts and feelings. We value life, we value friendship and we value family, irregardless of the price drop over the years.

For a while I thought I’d never make it, for a while I held the broom wanting to sweep away all the talent I’ve had in my pockets, during the struggles it felt untrue and fake. Walking in a room filled with enough talent to see myself...

#Vent