Hard times inspire me.
I’ve written my finest pieces in my times of despair. I haven’t written in a while, not because my life has been one good day after another, but because I’ve been too overwhelmed. I hadn’t had time to breathe, to just sit there and absorb it all in. I guess I finally got my break and I must say, I do not like it.
Its like past year was a blur. All I know is one day I was happy and dreaming about a bright future and then this one day was over. Its another day now and I do not like it. It’s a bad day. It’s a horrible day. It’s a sad day.
I know its just a day, but I can’t wait for it to be over. There is just way too much misery in this day; too much heart ache; too much disappointment.
I pray for a better day. A day where my tears aren’t ready to escape my eyes every second of the day. A day where I can smile and say I’m okay and actually mean it. A day when my heart is alive again.
I have complete faith that this day will come; I do. I just pray it comes soon because my heart, as dead as it feels to me, is aching so much and I’m just tired of feeling this way. I wish it would just all go away and disappear like it never happened.
I wish I could breathe again because right now I feel suffocated. There is not enough oxygen in the universe to end this hunger for air.
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