The feeling of clapping using only one hand, overthinking about you when you do not even care anymore, the effort that I gave is insufficient to be worth a second of your acknowledgement.

I choose to accept the Fates, that put me in this bedraggled wretch situation, I could not even breath, my lungs are choked with anguish despondency, rejection at its prime.

I need to make myself better, more idealistic, being more of everything.

Acceptance is ephemeral. Perhaps a few years.

They said time will heal everything.

I want to witness your wondrous power, time.

Leave me astounded, time.

Published by zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy. Feelings cloaked as words.

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