The familiar click of the keys offer a little solace. I feel like I am back in my element. My mind has been running wild with thoughts that do nothing for my soul, except tear it down. As I sit here, I can not help but ponder on the past and attempt to decipher the future. What does it all mean? I attempt to take things day by day, but it feels like I should be taking them minute by minute. It seems that even in such a short amount of time, my world can and has come crashing down. Have you ever felt so lost? And so hopeless? I am sick of crying. My tears have stained my cheeks and painted my eyes red too many times. I keep hoping for some divine miracle. But, it seems that it is never coming. I fell down on my knees recently. I could not help but pray. I needed something or someone to listen to me. My words rang loud and clear in my mind. They produced an echo. I could not help but talk to and hope that some entity out there heard my concerns. But perhaps my words were only heard by my four walls.
Perhaps my words were only heard by the stars that I whisper to every night.