22th

There’s a line we’re struggling to cross, we tend to find ourselves standing right in front of it wishing we could throw ourselves across it, if it were physically possible, we tend to throw a couple of brain cells instead wishing they lived on our behalf, came back with vivid stories as if we too where there. Knowing brain cells don’t live to see sixty, we pray to live in its life for an hour more.

Half of the things my mind spits rarely make any sense, merely because we’re born in a generation where we’re psychologically understood instead of our feelings being taken into consideration, they’ve read old testaments claiming to understand us better without considering the fact that we too have evolved like they have, without even realising that we’re the living future, we’re capable of moulding this generation for the better and for the worst.