Everything seemed to wilt after Sunken Garden. I live in the province, yet the greenery feels more like concrete walls—dull and lifeless. Even the sunsets that once felt warm and alive no longer carry the same meaning.
Yet perhaps there are still gray areas—not just black and white. But if that's true, why are they called gray? Is it because of uncertainty, because hope and despair blur together there?
sometimes i just be scrolling thru some pics and wish i took pics and vids a little bit more. and pray to live it all over again.
then im out here welling these eyes out coz this is not the adulthood i wanted. i dont even know where im headed more so with who i am.
sometimes i feel like going out and travelling means being productive and that i am making a difference with my life but turns out it just masks this creeping sense of boredom and cloying need to be perceived as someone successful…….