distinct shadows.
I have no concrete idea about how I feel right now. My emotions seem to lose themselves in a haze, and I am left to wonder what state of mind I'm in. I don't know why I bother to figure out the very littlest of things; I suppose I just try to understand myself better.
I miss certain people, certain events of my history that can no longer exist or occur in my present life. They are buried in my past and will remain buried there. But there are days that bring a bulk of melancholy images, and these images become distinct shadows in a blur of silent madness. All those people, all those things that I have lost in my past, occasionally come back to remind me of how less uncertain life used to be. I don't know the necessity of this, since my life is so much different now. I guess my mind just likes to fuck itself up every available chance it gets.
I just find it challenging to look ahead when I can still feel the hands of cold, lonely shadows cling to me. It's not easy to forget their deaths, especially when they remind you about it all the time.
I miss certain people, certain events of my history that can no longer exist or occur in my present life. They are buried in my past and will remain buried there. But there are days that bring a bulk of melancholy images, and these images become distinct shadows in a blur of silent madness. All those people, all those things that I have lost in my past, occasionally come back to remind me of how less uncertain life used to be. I don't know the necessity of this, since my life is so much different now. I guess my mind just likes to fuck itself up every available chance it gets.
I just find it challenging to look ahead when I can still feel the hands of cold, lonely shadows cling to me. It's not easy to forget their deaths, especially when they remind you about it all the time.