It’s a strange feeling, yet so familiar. To be unanchored, not cared for, not tended to.
How ironic, how fun.
I’m not complaining, I just find it sad how life pulled us apart.
Fought so hard, got so far. Apparently not far at all.
I drift through days now,
I find it meaningless now,
I miss what I had,
I miss how I used to fight for something,
Is it my fault I couldn’t try anymore? Was it my fault that I was suffocated by what used to help me breathe?
Enough of reminiscing.
Let’s just say life is relatively easy. I’m becoming thoughtless.
I can’t bring myself to look for a purpose.
Someone tell me what comes next.
