Too Weird To Live, To Rare To Die

yonam (30)in #life • 8 years ago

Now a days my life is consisting of only a bed, internet and cigars. And a whole lot of sitting from one place to another. Im waiting, but will the waiting end or start another waiting. Im waiting to change a place to move far away from the place that raised me. Im thinking of the west thats were i think i will be okay. But im still waiting. Mid-day i wake up and go to the shop to buy some cigars after that i sit there for some minutes and think about thinking. Then i return to my bed and watch videos on youtube about new techs, philosophy ideas, new products, and a lot of movies, and a little of the political crisis and opposition of my country. When the sun sets i go to the street and drink some coffee and smoke some cigars. But not a second passes of my mind thinking about the future thats gonna be mine i worry of, if i will be able to control and own it. Then the midnight time arrives and i get to bed with my last cigar that will make me last until mid-day. But getting to bed is not the end i start browsing stuff which humbles me and amazes me, but to no end. Then its reaches down thats when i sleep peacefully "To weird that i live, to rare that i die"

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