I'm laying in bed, my chest aching in need, foot shaking in anticipation, brain bouncing in impatience. The bathroom light pools into my bed and on my skin and blankets. It's 12:43, 8/21/22, a Saturday.
Without that feeling, what is life? Without having people who love you and care for you and need you what is the purpose of those long lonely nights? Every person longs for purpose, love, approval, and without it life is not the same. As it would be without the flowers and rain, the sun sets and rises, the peaceful days, the stary nights. Without love, joy, comfort, it's just pain. Is it worth having that gaping hole and constant need of someone there, the need to be loved and wanted. Is it worth the constant mental battles it causes, not having anyone to tell the small and big things to. Is life much without the people who you journey it with? Depends who you ask. Surely you can live without it longer but which hurts worse in the end.
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Unraveling My Mind
General FictionIt's a simple description really. A book on my thoughts, overthinking, issues, and questions in a form of a journal. Enjoy my crazy mind and opinions.
