Life feels like nothing
Colors are muted
I no longer see in solely black and white
I broke through that level of sorrow
But the saturation lately has been fading and in its place leaves a larger gaping hole than the wonder I once held in what life has to offer outside of black and white
I feel anger
But then it quickly dissipates
And left in its place is a plateau of apathy
I have no desire for connection like I used to
Not with humans
Animals
Nor earth and her plants
I feel the soft familiar tug at my feet every now and then
She is ever so kind to me
Always reminding me of the great mystery I originate from
And one day
Will be recycled back into
I believe life will get better
It must, right?
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 3:01 PM UTC
Life feels like nothing
Colors are muted
I no longer see in solely black and white
I broke through that level of sorrow
But the saturation lately has been fading and in its place leaves a larger gaping hole than the wonder I once held in what life has to offer outside of black and white
I feel anger
But then it quickly dissipates
And left in its place is a plateau of apathy
I have no desire for connection like I used to
Not with humans
Animals
Nor earth and her plants
I feel the soft familiar tug at my feet every now and then
She is ever so kind to me
Always reminding me of the great mystery I originate from
And one day
Will be recycled back into
I believe life will get better
It must, right?
