Dear you,
The coffee I brewed was bland, different from what it usually tastes. A realization has strucked me, it occurred to me how different I was before, from rainbows, candies, and stickers, my days went to being blue. Suddenly, I disregarded what life means and how important it is to live at my fullest, it became my normal routine every morning right after I wake up to find reasons for me to live another day, and it would always take me so long to just even convince myself there was one. What if this is what it's gonna be like for the rest of my life? I don't think I can hold out any longer, fight after fight, barely getting any time to rest and any room to recover. Would I have to be stronger than I actually am, eternally? I am exhausted, and so close to giving up, like a flickering light inside a very dark tunnel almost losing its shine.
Suffering,
Seah.
YOU ARE READING
letters never sent
Poesíavintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.
