Engulfed in flames, the last straw has disappeared, leaving behind a trail of ashes and memories. What’s left of the hope we once cherished? It seems to have vanished into thin air, replaced by despair, shame, and regret. These feelings swirl within, intertwining, etched onto the blank pages of diaries with invisible ink and frayed pens. The desolation is palpable, leaving me abandoned, breathless, and feeling unworthy. The door remains ajar, but the windows are shut tight, barring any ray of light or comfort. In this darkness, no candles flicker, plunging me into a state of dreamless, fatigued existence. As yet another sleepless night passes, and my eyes open to the world, I am as though blind, unable to see beyond the oppressive weight of these emotions and experiences.
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fiction – 129 words – reading time: 1 minute
reflections of an unquiet mind 