Ambition and satisfaction Two sides of the same coin, No? Ambition and satisfaction. They intertwine like yin And yang, killing you slowly But loving you tenderly. There is nothing to life If there isn’t the aching pull of ambition. Thorny vines reaching into your soul Clawing at your heart Slowly – Ever so slowly – While offering you roses And kissing Your bloody hands clean. Ambition throttles you With a necklace of barbed wire. Whispering, achingly, “The sky’s the li

I wish I didn’t feel this way. My hands reach out to nothing. My desperate cries hang in the summer heat. I can’t say there’s something Missing from within me. But I’m longing for a home I’ve never been to, Arms I’ve never held, A soul I’ve never touched. And no matter what I do To kill this feeling— No matter how much food I cook, Books I read, Time I spend locked in my room— No one will answer my call Because I’m too afraid To make it in the first place. I wish there was