I long for the days when my life was as clear as the sky, as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean, and as colorful as a rainbow. But now? Where am I? What am I?
Now, I’m a zombie barely trying to make it through the day. Having the same routine. Eating my own brains out by overthinking.
And now, all I do is wonder. Would I still see the world for what it is and not what I think it is? Will I feel again? Would I stop being tired? Will I be human again?
My response to: Clarity