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 […]