Routine,
Hustling and bustling,
Wake up- tired,
Live- survive,
Sleep- dreamless,
Repeat.

Everything seemed alright,
Simply contended with everything,
Life is smooth sailing,
I am living the desired life.
All is good,
Nothing needs to be done at all.

Why not…

The voice, the call,
Diminishing into an abyss.

I am losing track on achieving more.
I love the comfort zone very much.
I do not want to get out of this.
I feel really good, not doing anything more.

Please…
This is a treachery…

“Wake up.”

“Look around.”

Darkness,
Confusion,
Comfort,
Lacking.

Fabricated with consistency,
Stagnant in the comfort,
I really do not want to even move.

What is bad of not advancing
When you can survive
Without any sweat?

I cannot take it anymore.

I want to do more.

No,
This is difficult.
I do not feel good doing this,
Or even thinking about this.

“Ain’t it fun?”

“Stayin’ in this comfort zone?”

Yes,
The old me,
The passionate one,
The one with a smouldering heart,
The previous unbreakable will,
Is dead.

“Where are you?”

“Where am I?”

“Who are you?”

“Who am I?”

Lost in finding myself.
Dissipating into the comfort zone.

Utterly useless.
Nothing can pull me out.

I…

I must…

“You are dead.”

“no”

Rested for way too much.
I re-purpose, re-state, re-direct.

“It is time.”

Craving for more? Down below:
A Letter to Self
Blacked Out
My Journey With Music
I Murdered Myself
The Remains of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro (Book Review)
Sugar, Fats, And Sitting Too Much
Conquest (July Goals)