4/21/24
No desire, a heart-wrenching feeling that has devoured me to the depths of emptiness and desolation, had finally drawn me into a distasteful perspective of life. I had enjoyed the successes, and failures of my journey, only that in the end of my hardship and dedication, I would get sent a hate letter towards life and the living, written delicately by the hands of existence itself. A slow, forgotten emotion of peace, tranquility, and the desire for love and caring, will only remain in the past and minds of others, but will never remain in me.