Apart for the obviously severe and chronic case of laze i suffer from, i've just lost my words. the thinking continues only now my thoughts collide into knots and stay tangled until they deteriorate from suffocation. i don't intend to sound depressing but its the only words i can muster up at the moment.
STRESS.about not being able to find a job.
feeling restricted by circumstances.
being a mess. my room is a testament to the storm my soul is weathering.
being overwhelmed by my insignificance.
uninspired.
colourless.
lackluster.
irresolute.
mundane,
i walk in a shower of sun beams, completely unable to feel the warmth despite my miserable attempts. impermeable to life.
sometimes it feels like i'm trying so hard to make things fit together again... so hard. it's frustrating and it's eating at me.
i don't know what to do.
i pray.
No comments:
Post a Comment