Nov 18, 2022
January 30, 2021
This archaic triviality of a world that has not yet passed. A longing inside of me to forget the person I was yesterday. A search for the being that has yet to reside in this vessel called my body.
I am not empty Nor am I full.
Just wondering aimlessly in a fog which only I cannot see through. But there are others, impervious to the blindness of said fog. Ones who have it easy, who never trip over their wrongs.
Will I ever be like them? Or am I doomed to always be different? Is that a blessing, or a curse?