I work
I don't live anymore.
I don't breathe anymore.
I'm tired.
I'm stressed.
I can't see.
I can't be.
There's no space.
There's no time.
There's only fine lines
It's consuming - this place
This confining place
This deafening place
This shrinking space
There's no sky
No air
No birds
No sea
No cascading mountains
Watching over me
I'm here with papers
With notes
With deadlines
With false hope
I used to smile
It was real
The life I used to feel
It's gone
I stopped chasing my dreams
I started chasing what's green
But it has me ripping at the seams
I work.
About the Creator
Lilian Vale
Lilian is a writer of all things, a lover of animals, and an outdoor enthusiast. Her passions lie in singing, writing, and making others laugh. If you'd like to learn more, you can visit her website lilianvale.us
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