The past days and weeks and months have gone without an audible word. Though life never stood still, my thoughts have remained silent in their anguish. I feel lost. What am I writing? When all I can say that I wish I can live in my dreams instead of living my dreams? I have no recourse but to stay strong. Or at least to appear strong, as a mountain is unmoving. Despite my weak heart, and a mind that seeks but without companion. Lost.
Things are happening around, and I am atrociously unaware. The comes and goes of people close to my heart have become peripheral to the labor of my soul. Large happenings happen before I catch the stale wind of interpretation. Lost.
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