As I hug my pillow tight, I can feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. My eyes are swollen and puffy from the tears that I've shed. It's hard to find comfort in these moments, but the softness of the pillow provides a small measure of solace. Maybe tomorrow will be better, but for now, all I can do is hold on and try to weather the storm.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Just A Lost Soul
Non-FictionIn the scribbles and ink stains of my paper and pen, lie the reflections of my soul.📝
