gravity crumbles at my feet.

the quiet silenced me. like a thousand waves crashing in at the shore, I stayed quiet my whole life. I'm so tired of mediocrity, what people say is a so called life. doesn't feel like one. the simplicity of it all, is not only uninteresting but in the finest form unethical. how could this system, that our own kind built be called life.. with no experiences exclusively for the privileged. I may be biased as I don't have much, and I may never will. I will live a slow and steady incline to my death that I long for so urgently. I crave it like a desperate hunger in the face of famine during a cold winter. spring rolls around, but no grass is left to grow. the soil is spoiled, too much water let it go. if you love someone too much, you might scare them away. they might leave you scared you will never have love someday. you can't put too much of yourself into something, that aquires so little, but you must have the perfect equilibrium. the balance may never tip, but it's inevitable in one lifetime.