Thought I reached the end.

What I fear most has already happened. What the worst is has already happened. I thought things could only get better after the worst, but I thought wrong. I am still in search of a way to make myself feel better, but my efforts are futile.

Has it been long? It felt like it. A bed of memories, more than you can imagine. More than what I thought I would have long forgotten most of it, but everything stays. It is magical yet devastating. What do you remember then?

I have so much running through my head, but only so little is being expressed. I am only capable of this much.


Life is difficult, and so are we.