adulthood.

adult hood has called upon me like wind howling in my ear. eight to five’s are okay but my energy is stifled at the end of the day.

creativity feeds my flesh and keeps my heart pumping. my sanity is seeping through slowly.

i am aware and awake of different patterns, routes, paths of my happiness –

and they all shrivel up to confetti-filled dreams. i am unable to live life like a zombie. i am unable to survive via direct deposit every thursday morning. i am unable to smile and sit silently. i am unable to live this life.

i must find my own way.

sincerely,
jasmine