Tumultuous:Self-Esteem

Expectations brings about self deprecations, sometimes I wonder if the thoughts running through my head are my own or somebody else’s? The world lives in constant turmoil, waves crashing, tides swerving in and out from open- ended beaches, abysmal delays of the lighthouse directory, guided by supplemental shocks of lightening rays trajectory. I stand firmly in front of the baseless sandcastle, a fragile foundation of past voices from lurking shadows who slowly poisoned its interior, lack of motivation, wandering in between spaces incoherently, my mind in anxiety help- lessly what I could not understand, the words stare back at me in silence gradually suppressing the last bit of life found closing in underneath, time holds on as it falls into deep sleep.