Drunk in thought

Drunk in thought


This air is intoxicating, I can’t breathe
All the time I wasted waiting for 
something to be more clear, the fear and panic growing taller than Eiffel 
Why is it so hard to live in the moment? 
These sins are they your sins too?
Jack and Jill went up the hill, but their fate was already decided by the hill
Has life like the hill already decided our fate? Or am I just drunk in thought?

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Drunk in thought

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s