I don’t know what is going on. I keep
dreaming of you. I see a world I want to be in, one where your presence feels
so real; a world where your passing was just a hoax because you felt trapped
and wanted to get away; you wanted to feel a change.
I actually don’t know anymore. I feel so
disheartened. I really don’t want to carry on anywhere. I don’t even know what
the purpose of my existence is. Maybe this is just a phase, but how long are
phases meant to last? I keep struggling to climb out of this trench. I’m
tangled in a web of emotions and a fabrication of what reality should be.