Sometimes I wonder where all this is leading?
Sometimes I wonder if I take things too seriously?
Sometimes I wonder if it is all worthwhile?
I used to dream at night now, i sit and stare.
I find it so hard to put into words and on paper/type how i feel.
Even typing this is filled with delete key.
I miss my home so bad. I want to go home so bad. I want to be with my Mom. I feel so faraway. I want the seasons to be the right way round. I want to be understood.
I know what I do wrong, I cocoon myself in my head, and don’t let any of it out. I tell stories and vignettes but, no feelings.
I am overtired.
I know tomorrow I will feel better, but, right now I am exhausted and just want to be able to put my sadness into words so I can laugh at it.