so harsh

sometimes being harsh on urself can be exhausting. blaming urself for air, being upset that the wind is blowing and waves are crashing in the cliffs.
could there be any solution for this madness, could there be hope for the undefined, could there be something if there is nothing?
why would i stop time and eternally remove the batteries when there is no ending for this suffering, poverty and vain?
and as i look up in the bag i carry with me, there are so many things i own while there is still a lot they miss.
but what for all the glitter when im in pain and crave for a piece of roots.

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