All this short post brings me the feeling of unsatisfaction. Knowing I hardly ever have anytime alone for myself to think and put it in words readable are annoying.
Thoughts are never readable and even if it is, I reckon it will be understandable to others than the thinker themselves.
Another short post will end with another random poem, or maybe just words. May it or may it not affect your life is another story.
“Dreams of dying
Nightmare of living
Worthy of dying”