I sit here, greatly perturbed.
A weight is resting heavily on me.
My throat is parched.
The dreary, chunky clouds are a reflection.
I feel so alone.
Ah. There. Some tears.
An undeniable urge to do something remains a stone in my chest. Why can’t I remove the chains that are dragging me down… from enjoying life? Do I even want them gone? They are all I know and just today, I realized that that is truly what I’m afraid of the most: floating up into the unknown.
We all have these thoughts at some point — it’s just that others are better at breaking them down and handling them in a kind manner.
Of course, this is not the first time I’ve had such serious doubts about myself and the future. The sense of doom hits rather suddenly — like a bug to the eye when you’re riding your bike.
The answers are inside of us. It’s just a matter of “picking up the pieces” and finding ourselves again.