I struggle with the thought of it all being meaningless
Terror-frought thoughts of not knowing who I am,
who I should be
and who I want to become
Setting goals then realising I will never be able to achieve them
Setting the bar lower still and still being confronted with the difficulty of everything gasping breath
And repeating this infinite process
Until I shrivel up in a corner and believe nothing good could possibly await me
Do you feel it too?
That lingering shadow in the back of your mind?
That whispers that you’ll never become anything,
Hard to take two steps forward in this condition, wouldn’t you agree?
April 4th 2016