I’ve given up on the idea of finding what being ‘optimistic’ means or is; this abstract thought doesn’t fit in my puzzled existence, it just seems so foreign and so fictional for me to even experience it,
Being clutched in the jagged claws of depression, being dragged by this depression in to the dark cave and being withheld as a slave in the hands of worthlessness and bareness, I have just forgotten how it felt like being outside, how it felt like when the fresh cool breeze caressed through my skin,
It has made me let go of seeking for who I was before, in fact depriving me of the basic ability of recalling the child-self I was, the one who loved sun and rain the same. I have accepted this darkness and have killed the will of ever seeking for that broad day light; I am petrified of it now cause I feel like this light might burn me in to ashes.
They say there are tunnels that can lead me out of this cave; the problem is that I can’t find the will to look out for them
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Lost but wish to be found
RandomLosing a loved one is an unimaginable pain, especially someone who helped you know who you were, losing a person like that makes you lose your identity along with them. I have lost my father, my best friend so I am pouring my heart into this book, u...
