People look but they don’t see,
I feel like that everyday,
A view that is sometimes stagnant,
And sometimes moving so fast everything becomes a blur,
I may be alive but I am not living,
I am surviving, trying my best to stay afloat,
Because the alternative is death,
Which may be what I want, but not by others.
Read more of this series: Bits & Pieces
Lots of love,
