I feel like I’m doing this thing called ‘life’ all wrong. I think I missed the memo— I never learned how the game is played. And now I’m stuck in the past, all by myself, running into the same walls over, and over, and over again. Silently, time ticks on. I give myself over to the violent current of my emotions and impermanent ‘beliefs.’ I’m pulled in every which direction, losing control of my hopes and dreams, questioning all that I am, all that I’m worth, all that I’m meant to be.
she brings me happiness like no other can