In times wherein which the hardships and tribulations of entropy occur, we cannot help but momentarily falter in its sight. There is such a thing as a loss so heavy that it crushes all those beneath it. Whether it be friendship or love or life, there is no real emotional preparation. The bolt strikes, and its nail leaves an enduring scar that traumatizes many. If I’ve been shot, you’ve been killed. If you’ve been hurt, I’ve been wounded. But what we share is simple;
Uncertainty is frightening. And it leaves me catatonic.
I fear that lack of direction coincides often with complacency. There, one remains under rosy veils and floral skies. That is, until they suffocate in the hole they’ve buried themselves in. Well, figurative language only does so much. Painting with words can only leave an interpretation. However, truth cannot be shown such a convoluted approach. So, perhaps plain words will suffice.
I am always lost. I am always confused. I am always afraid.
I’m stuck between living a disappointing life and failing those around me.
There are no ‘good words’ to accompany these statements. This isn’t that sort of story. My life isn’t that sort of story. I’m just a man who has never known anything beyond himself. And I hate myself.
I am unsure of where to leave this post. I just needed put it into words. I don’t know if any of what I’ve written is myself in spades or the perpetual battle man has with his own being. I only know what I know today;
I feel colder than I did yesterday.
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