what do you write about when there is seemingly nothing to write about? when you find yourself helplessly standing by watching the world around you crumble not knowing, not understanding, and fully terrified of what tomorrow will or will not bring.
what is there to say when you find yourself enveloped in a sense of melancholy, stomach tied in knots, barely enduring restless nights of sleep as you reflect over and over again on the days past and the days ahead?
standing, wishing, waiting, hoping patiently on the verge of what only seems inevitable only to learn that it’s still uncertain is enough to drive a person mad; yet that’s where i find myself in this plot of life.
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