I am drowning in a sea of my own emptiness.
Every day the sun rises, and for just a moment I feel renewed, reborn.
And then the memories come.
The moments lost, the mistakes made, the remembrance of connection broken.
Eat, move, shit, work, sleep. Repeat.
Like a washer and dryer washing out the stains of the day and making that which
is worn and faded seem for just a moment to be new, every day starts again.
Every day I push, push to move forward, reach out to grasp some sense of,
some sense of hope? salvation? …some sense of feeling.
Eat, move, shit, work.
I want to stay asleep and not wake up.