broken

How broken are we?

Holding on to something that's falling apart or that has already fallen apart, is ridiculous. Clinging to someone who is already miles away from you is madness. Hoping to find what is long lost is stupidity. Believing in things which you know are lies is insanity. Yet we choose to do exactly this. All of this.

 

How broken are we?

People wish on shooting stars. Shooting stars aren't even stars. They're bits of rock that hit the earth's atmosphere, lighting up on the way. They're "falling stars". And we wish on these destroyed particles. We believe in infinities, knowing that they barely exist. We make up tiny versions of a perfect world and crawl inside them. 

How broken are we?

We roll up some finely crushed marijuana into perfect joints and throw ourselves into an ocean of trance, something you'd never remember again. We would push aside the glass of water and lift a glass of neat scotch to our lips. We'd hook up with someone for a night only to walk out the next morning, realizing that we never bothered to know their name.

How broken are we? 

Millennials. Maturity hitting us even before we're ready for it. Acting a few years older than our actual self. Being someone we're not. Doing things we don't want to, just to get along with a particular crowd. Alcohol, sex, weed, tobacco and more alcohol. Depression. Suicide. Therapy. Regret. It's a cycle.

We're broken beyond repair. It needn't be evident, but we aren't fine. And we need to find a way to mend ourselves.

Because, like I said, holding on to something that's falling apart or that has already fallen apart is ridiculous.

And here, we're the one's who are broken.