I can’t stop staring at my fridge
I know I need to eat but I’ll be full with indecision
At the end of the night
Not like i have an appetite anyway
It is what it is
Why is our existence anchored down by contradiction?
At the bat of an eye
Needing food has now become an existential crisis
My stomach is writhing
The questions arising
Without any answers
I’m losing track of time
Turn the lights off
Lay down
Deep breath
And imagine...
Sounds of the ocean
Sand on your feet
The crashing of waves
Revel in simplicity
Of a body of water
How much life it keeps
What’s left that is unknown
In the depths of the sea?
I know I need to eat but I’ll be full with indecision
At the end of the night
Not like i have an appetite anyway
It is what it is
Why is our existence anchored down by contradiction?
At the bat of an eye
Needing food has now become an existential crisis
My stomach is writhing
The questions arising
Without any answers
I’m losing track of time
Turn the lights off
Lay down
Deep breath
And imagine...
Sounds of the ocean
Sand on your feet
The crashing of waves
Revel in simplicity
Of a body of water
How much life it keeps
What’s left that is unknown
In the depths of the sea?
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