I have nothing to write I am Empty inside. Unsure if I have been robbed by medication or maturation or perhaps emotional numbness has caused this.
I do not see the seasons change or the flowers bloom and die. I see dead leaves, polluted skies. oppressed peoples, blind eyes.
My empathy has been sapped from me by many years of life. I am reminded constantly that I’m powerless to aid them in their strife women, men and children suffering through life but someone is helping them, probably, and that’s nice.
then life goes on again and tomorrow I am told suffering exists, numbness is bliss. please return to your clockwork life
though our wind no longer swayed in the same direction though our sun doesn't rise at the same time and though our ocean doesn't bear the same wave my dear, I've always prayed from the inmost part of my soul that your path will always be filled with joy and happiness and that everything around you will also eradiate warmth so that the dark lacuna and the brisk part of this world won't make you feel left alone
so that neither solitude nor my absenteeism will cast you away to the brink of inconsistency and self-loathing
I can't say that I don't care That I fell into disrepair but it seems that I am there and it really really is nowhere nowhere that I want to be holds no views I want to see I need to find a remedy I am sick and I am tired of this life in which I am mired I don't have to be admired just want to have a voice for choice is all I have ever desired choose the way you want to live choose how much of you.. ... you want to give don't try to always relive those parts parts of you.... ... that you decided to give.... away at last to the past I can't say that I don't care that I once fell into..... disrepair!