THE FATE OF BEING SO UNBROKEN
Written by Alana Cheng
I’d feel so caught up in the reverb, in the fate of being so unbroken, with the connection of what I had hoped that the vision of tomorrow would turn out to be, as sometimes, it doesn’t feel like it’s even worth a single token, at least to me, in this way, just to try and press on through without end, to tell myself that I am alright, with nothing more to say, in having to continue onward in my life, amongst all the anguish of strife, just to make it through more than just a day, all the while, I’m still trying to fight through the fate of being so unbroken, for at the very least to the outside of which I’m just playing a part, with a single token, just to push onward, upon the fate of being and trying to feel so unbroken, in this work of art, while on the inside, to be on this highly energetic ride, I’m just having to pretend that I am alright, just to make it through so willingly through the night, as I can feel so much of the sadness that’s consistently going on in my heart, and there’s no way for me to go and hit restart, while understanding all the time of feeling like my faith in something good to happen, has already been so tragically shaken, while letting myself be lost in going through the fate of always having to pretend to be so unwaveringly unbroken.