I sit long hours and spend too much time wondering what it is that I am doing, trying desperately to crawl outside of this void. This emptiness that surrounds me, I want to ask you if I'll ever get out of it, if you ever got out of it. Or did you wrap it around yourself and used it to raise your walls even higher?
I wish to ask, is it right?
This path I'm taking?
This person I'm with?
This choice I'm making?
Why can I not voice these questions then? What is this distance between us? This coldness, this pit?
So tell me, dear brother, why do I have to turn to strangers for advice I'd rather go to you for?
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epiphany
Poezie(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
