When you realize you're withering away, but you just can't help it.
When you're making some efforts here and there, and you think it still accounts for 'trying', but you just don't really feel like you're getting anywhere.
When it's already late, but you're filled with loneliness and sadness and you just don't know what to do with yourself.
You need something, but you don't know what.
You know you want something, but there is just no passion inside.
Where are you? Where have you gone?
Who are you?
Who is this person you don't recognize, you wonder.
There was a time where you didn't need a moment of doubt to answer that.
There was a time where it just didn't matter.
A time where you just were who you were and did what you did.
A time where you were just..
you.
Who are you?
As you look in the mirror all that you see is a lost child.
Someone who just doesn't really know it anymore.
Someone with slight circles beneath the eyes and a messy head of hair.
Someone who is nonetheless.. still trying.
You look at your eyes staring back at you in the mirror and you know.. the person before you isn't done yet.
There is still life in those eyes.
And determination inside.
You try to pull your lips into a smile, though it looks slightly uncomfortable.
'I've got nothing', you tell yourself.
'But that's okay.' You take a slow breath in.
'Because that just means..', you hold your gaze.
..I've got nothing to lose'.
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20 July, 2017.
YOU ARE READING
Compilation of short stories
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