Such a suffocating atmosphere...yet I live in it day after day.
To live with this hope for a better tomorrow is a curs’ed tempest, a constant battle between fantasy & reality with a drought of disparity.
I often find myself pondering whether or not the only way to live must be to die...
Yet there remains a voice in the back of my mind...a voice that never subsides.
A yearning to find hope in love, to kill this hate that never resides, that dwells & constantly surges with such a potent yet exhilarating feel.
A sensation so domineering, so chaotic it’s insurmountable to even endeavor put into words & so perplex to even attempt to comprehend...
About the Creator
Alan Mendez
Freelance Writer, Poet, Film Photographer.
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