When I start thinking, my brain goes into overload. Distracted, nail biting, restless ( or maybe just a reason for pure procrastination)
When I stop moving, when I stop expecting, when I stop wanting, and craving,
The emptiness screams,
there's no way this world is enough for me.
Craving for something different.
Or maybe I want more of the same things.
To go skin deep.
To live life the way it's meant to be lived.
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