temporary.

we're struggling too much for a life that can end at anytime. It's funny, isn't it? how we stitched our soul to borrowed days, pretending forever was real. We chase success, we drown in exhaustion, we crave for satisfaction, thinking it makes us worthy of rest. We stitch our souls to a world that doesn't promise tomorrow, to things that fade, to people who forget, and to dreams that might never happen. — luna. 🌑