Have you ever just sat in your bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what your doing here? Why your so depressed. If theres even a point to being here. Anyone else feel this way?
To the world that once existed, beyond the fingertips of a women’s hand upon a man’s shoulder. Beyond the crisp eyes of a child in the middle of a city, lost, cold, and unknown of their surroundings. I am writing to you because, I, myself, am lost; lost in a miserable state of mind trapped in your solid box that some may call their home. My life is without water; without moisture. I am in need of essence, reassurance, liveliness. I need the compassion that you solemnly lack. You, give me nothing but the desperate need for air. […]