IT ENDS
it begins expectations and anticipations then the cry of a new born smiles on the faces of your negotiators been born without your permission it amplifies family, lies and ancestral trauma latching on the shoulder of your naivety a world of chaos and doom you, a blooming flower sitting amongst thorns it persist torn in between what I’ll be and become mental limitations and environmental degradation constant headache and anxiety life has already orchestrated my downfall it heightens pain, love, eclampsia and PTSD constant struggles in accepting certain fates what I never bargained has come to stay why am I human? it ends when you draw your final breathe from cradle to grave all amounts to nothing what is the essence of existence? @talk2leigh (X & insta) 6:08am 13 July 2026
