Soft.

People went from harsh rules and soft hearts to soft rules and harsh hearts.

It’s a sad world that we live in.

We try so hard to fit in not minding what fitting truly means,
Is it to give pieces of yourself and sacrifice them for the sake of being accepted?
Or is it to maintain a sense of dignified humiliation,
while looking people in the eyes trying to show them what you are not? …

Either way, it is really saddening…

after that, we won’t ever be the same
and one is yet again the blame
sequentially, choosing self-loathing as a lane,
consequently, cracking and losing the aim.

Evidently, we will turn out to be what we feared the most.
A set of shattered memories, gazing at the future as a relic of the past
A net of twisted remedies, facing the wounds with hectic lust.

But, fear not!
Fear not, as chances you will be brought
Fear not, for eventually …

Eventually, all is followed by rage,
so Rage, and rage…
Rage and wage...
Wage a war against that sullied age
for it is just a stained page

Remember that unevenness is the rhythm
And Mindfulness is the medium

Worry not,

Change surely is imminent.
For fear shall only be a remanent.