I have an urge
An urge that is so not different from the rest
Or maybe it feels that way
I have an urge from the depth of my heart
To not become anything
Not to become someone that is labelled
I have an urge
To not collect things, not even memories
Not to carry any baggage of any kind
I have an urge
To not be liked by everyone
Not to suppress myself for other’s approval
I have an urge
To not live miserably
Not to ingest stress for futuristic safety
I have an urge
To not be regretful
Not to be giving off my desires for worldliness
I have an urge
To be myself
To know what really I am…who really I am
And very profoundly, I have an urge
To live…to be…just be…
Not to just survive, but feel really, really alive afore I die.

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