Desultory Thoughts 1

desultory thoughts 1

How can I show you how I feel? My thoughts are a mess, I can’t concentrate, I can’t think… I’m always tired… Every day is exactly the same. Nothing ever changes. My dreams are lifeless and my life is worthless. It’s hard to get my thoughts on paper. I haven’t finished any story I’ve ever started, so I wonder why I try. I’m a zombie living life in death, waiting for the day I truly die. I want to live again. I want to truly live. I want to love and to be loved. There’s an empty space inside of me. It’s dark and cold and lonely, and only love will fill it. It sounds cliche but it’s how I feel.

She’s everywhere now. But she doesn’t see me. I want to be heard, but can’t find the words. Who would hear a voiceless echo in a sea of words? Maybe one day she will return, or maybe one day I will find her. She’ll hear me and I’ll hear her, And we’ll move to Mars where the world cannot keep us confined. The universe will beckon us into eternity and in the end we’ll see infinity.

How can I show you how I feel?