There’s something hauntingly scary about being in a land of dreams and never feeling content about who you are, with what you have
Today, I’m reminded again of
How sounds get louder
When you are alone.
I have to tell myself that it’s gonna be alright. But then this me that tells that me knows that this me is merely saying it to appease the side of me that isn’t really getting it. And the other side of me, alike all the confusion and mess and whirl winds of words I waft through daily, knows that, even this me knows it’s not that easy.