I sit here by myself, trying to exist in a space so huge, and yet none of this is enough.
I listen to my being fight within itself as it tries to enjoy my current being.
This quiet time that I have is all I have waited for in a long time.
Yet at this exact time, I want more than just for this to be quite
I can hear myself think, beautiful thoughts going through my mind.
The random thoughts I have been putting on hold now I can process.
The peace in this quiet within me is so surreal, and the clarity is evident in my thoughts.
Yet at this exact time, I want more than just for this to be about thoughts.
Why is there no evidence of the visit to the moon?
Why has the human species stopped evolving over the last century?
Does the effect of global warming affect the intelligence of the human race?
Yet at this exact time, I want more than just to question life as a whole.
I can’t say what I want, but I know that I want more than this.
More than the preciousness of time to recharge myself.
I ought to achieve more,to be more than just exist, to change the world maybe.
Yet in this exact moment, I want more than just to feel recharged.
