VALIDATION

They ask to find meaning, they ask to question the being.

The chaos is churning me out, in a way I have never seen.

I start with self doubt, then I doubt them

I used to be a person, with no care in the world

Now I seek validation from myself and from them.

The dampness trying to weather me out

questioning the beliefs that I struck throughout.

And now I swallow the hollowness

and build the garden again

sow the flowers of ‘care-less-ness’.

They grow without a care of validation.

They grow in no particular direction.

They blossom whenever they want.

They sleep whenever they wish.

They remind me so much of MYSELF

“me without a care in the world”