I think you can go home soon, soul.
21 years old, I have loved, was loved in return, laughed, cried, hated, etc.
What more does this life hold for me except basically repeat?
I remember standing there with tears in my eyes looking at the river saying “I am proud of having managed to live twenty one years. Twenty one years.”
That was about 8 months ago.
I have a job and friends and medication but the pain keeps coming back. Do I have to, do I want to bear it until my body, inevitable as it is, dies someday?
Why not speed things up. For so many years my soul has been craving to go home. Why should I not answer it’s call. Isn’t that what your heart desires, and may it be torn and blackened and tear stained, your true wish, perhaps even destination? Am I just rambling on? Is it, there and consistant for so many years, not the pure and crystal clear epitome of what you should do? Please, embrace my soul and let it go home.