They ask to find meaning, they ask to question the being.
The chaos is churning me out, in a way I have never seen.
I start with self doubt, then I doubt them
I used to be a person, with no care in the world
Now I seek validation from myself and from them.
The dampness trying to weather me out
questioning the beliefs that I struck throughout.
And now I swallow the hollowness
and build the garden again
sow the flowers of ‘care-less-ness’.
They grow without a care of validation.
They grow in no particular direction.
They blossom whenever they want.
They sleep whenever they wish.
They remind me so much of MYSELF
“me without a care in the world”
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