sometimes it is hard to know where to look for your next surge of inspiration.
it seems as if the entirety of the past few years has been a mistake.
what do you do when there is no hope, when you cannot push, when you cannot walk or talk to anyone?
what do you tell yourself to fall asleep at night, to wake up in the morning, to find something to embrace during the day?
who do you go to when you cannot even bear to look at yourself, how do you put on your face, put one foot in front of the other, find hope that you will not be paying for your mistakes for the entirety of your life.
who do you talk no when no one will listen, when no one will ask, when everyone has an opinion.
how can you bear the stench of mediocrity when everyone is surging ahead?
i am exhausted of carrying these on my shoulder. and so i purge them here, in the wish of lighter hours, of better sleep, of finding hope.
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