Shame of Luxury
Conflicted feelings of being privileged
Can I free myself from this mind?
I would like to think so.
stimulus keeps me focused but also causes chaos.
It’s like I need peace in the brain
But that silence is dark.
Loneliness.
Even in the crowd.
Rushing winds of transports
The even breaths of ones nearby
The creaking floors below
The background of media
Stay centered
But it won’t ensue
Lost in past
Future
The now
The flow of the times
Always steps to take
The stillness of feeling content
That of the love
The monetary
The foundation of the earth
The nourishment for the body
My mind battles itself to recognize the fruits of opportunity and the shame of it all.
About the Creator
The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipity2 days ago in Confessions
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