i think im done.
that long search
to inspire and be inspired

i found the journey,
exhausting.

the hidden battle of ego,
builds unescapable tension
of stinky arrogance.

hv i lost the passion?
or hv i just got too much
pride, for one to handle?

now, i just want someone
to cuddle me in bed.

no more fear
no more classes to skip
no more pity

welcome,
to my cold world