Κυριακή, 13 Μαΐου 2018

The insignificance of our (sun)days

Dear stranger,

today I feel so small and insignificant.
Like the world is too big for me to find a place to fit in. I get an unbearable feeling of detachment from everything and everyone. Despite the vast opportunities, I still feel incapable of making a step further than where I am standing now.
Do you think it's the fear of the unknown or pure agony of what I am experiencing now? Will it ever end or life is just constant variations of moodiness? Is life really a black and white palette in the end? And if so, is there a favourite tone of grey for everyone? Is this what we wake up in the morning for? Is this what existence should be really look and feel like?
Why do I feel so distant from everything I believed it was the closest thing to pure happiness? Will I ever have my blue back?

I wish you well.

Yours (n)ever,

A.

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