Sandcastles On Matchsticks

I thought I built the foundations strong,

With consistent efforts and raw emotions,

To keep it all going on,

But everything is shaking like it's build of sand,

And these waves of sadness are hitting each pillar,

Like it's dead.

It feels as if everything is being held up,

With a matchstick,

But with a fire hazard,

Because if it's once lit,

Everything will burn down to shit.

So, I'm hoping I don't even know what,

I just want to survive this, you know what?

P.S.: Just a reminder to myself that you started this blog for yourself. This is for you first, before anyone else and you don't have to fight against an automation and capitalism and make yourself feel worse than you're already feeling. So, chill. Whoever needs to find these words, will find them. Right place, right time. 🩷✨