23:07 pm
If I lived in the other world
I would not be as lucky as I am now.
In the other world I might have had luxury.
But I am more lucky than the other world can think possible.
My luck is not materialistic.
The aristocrats of the other world might taunt and mock me.
My rolls royce a VW Golf.
My Tiffany a bare wrist.
My NewYork a small town where I can afford rent.
However, never will they who ridicule be able to experience true freedom. True love. True happiness. Never to experience their own truth.
Only the lies of society. Materialistic lies.
And oh how I would love to step foot in the world of drama, diamonds and glamour for one day.
But only one day and one day only,
as I love my freedom more.
I love choosing myself more
YOU ARE READING
the rain you come across...
Poetry...and the sunrays that find you My and (if you'd like to share) your thoughts. Cringy & edgy, I'm aware. But here, we do not stare
