Bruised.
I'm on my limits. I have no where to go. I exist for now. What about tomorrow? My existence is a momentary lapse of reasoning.
When I try to sing a tune until my voice cracks and I still feel afraid.
What should I do?
When I wait for the sun to come out tomorrow and tomorrow it pours. And It pours heavily.
What should I do?
When I think of the my favourite things to do until I run out of things to do, and I still feel sad.
What should I do?
What should I do? These three words continuously echo in my head like the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach. Soft, gentle and ultimately supreme. In the beginning, it felt like a soft tap on my shoulder like a reminder to myself that I should do something. However, as time goes on, it eroded my soul like how the sand gets pulled into the sea.
Sad.
Something had to change. I know that for a fact.
I have made a decision. This is not the life I want to live.
I don't have much time. The clock is ticking.
Spring will be here soon. Spring, the season I met you, is coming. A spring without you is coming.
Three sentence from a recent show I watched made me feel so emotional.
Someday, we'll part. Maybe we will be forgotten. But, we'll have to live in the moment. Make a lot of friends, fall madly in love, make stupid decisions and always enjoy every moment to the fullest. Worrying about future partings in life makes you miss out on a happiness in the present.
True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future. Never to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to really be satisfied with what we have. Fret not, what we have is sufficient. Trust me in this and don't spoil what you have now by desiring what you have not and constantly remember that what you have now was among the things you hoped for.
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