i would now.

used to do poetry when im really in deep contemplation of life and at the lowest point of my life, inspiration can just flow through like that.

In an instance, there you have it, a poem of self reflection.

Now, i present to you one of my latest works, out of boredom and out of self actualization.

that its time to change myself.

Last Habit, Forgotten quick.

It was not too long ago

that it occured on to me

that this habit was out of control

something that seemingly was

the right way as a console

However it just went on and on

and became increasingly bold

it took place in a habitual mind

Guilt-stricken, still yearning, foe.

What else can i possibly do

to stop but be who i am

What else can i really turn to

to the past where resistance was the test

I would rather be in that particular facade

to have a habit change myself

Forgotten, outlived and would be the last

for this habit to be get rid of, fast.

yours truly, pea.k.