Aimless

I stood under a tree tonight, watching the cigarette smoke take the shape of the cool breeze that is gently rustling the leaves. What will this life amount to?

The same thought seeps through as I leaf through pages. The same thought circles as I lay awake in bed, hearing every tick of the clock. The same thought follows me, as I walk to the places I need to get to.

The books I wanted to read, now seem irrelevant. The good company I used to have, now seem distant. The films I wanted to watch, now seem absurd. The songs I used to love, now sound like a racket.

I have become uninterested in everything.

Laks Indrakaran – Somerville, MA

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