Apathy. Self loathing - probably the shortest way to destruction. Listening to somebody who sings about 'Apathy' when driving to office seems to establish the connect. But on the darker side, it has terrible aftermath. Ask me.
The guy who's on a pause on the stereo in my car was paused at 'If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could have won.' Or must I say I chose to pause him right after that line? To add meaning to the menace I was about to go through. To define namelessness of existence. to decipher the burden of freedom as the 'soul' (or at least I thought it was soul) eluded my being.
I look back & figure out that it's not even a week things changed. Changed in an incomprehensible manner.
While the 'soul' seeks the spirit of liberty few miles away from me, apathy somehow finds it way back to me.
The good ol' brother (people call him Ashok) once said to chase meaning than method. God knows I've failed but He knows I have tried.
While this piece remains to be the spit of self loathing, I struggle to keep calm. Though I know all this would barely constitute to a particle some years down the lane, particles are all you're made up of - reminds my naive heart.
As I move on from this with an angst unbeknownst to me earlier that breeds loathing, I walk back into the smudged alleys of future singing 'If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could have won.'
The guy who's on a pause on the stereo in my car was paused at 'If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could have won.' Or must I say I chose to pause him right after that line? To add meaning to the menace I was about to go through. To define namelessness of existence. to decipher the burden of freedom as the 'soul' (or at least I thought it was soul) eluded my being.
I look back & figure out that it's not even a week things changed. Changed in an incomprehensible manner.
While the 'soul' seeks the spirit of liberty few miles away from me, apathy somehow finds it way back to me.
The good ol' brother (people call him Ashok) once said to chase meaning than method. God knows I've failed but He knows I have tried.
While this piece remains to be the spit of self loathing, I struggle to keep calm. Though I know all this would barely constitute to a particle some years down the lane, particles are all you're made up of - reminds my naive heart.
As I move on from this with an angst unbeknownst to me earlier that breeds loathing, I walk back into the smudged alleys of future singing 'If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could have won.'
