An endless tale of what ifs
As I stumbled upon my bed, thoughts suddenly scattered around my head — I yearn for the good times, for the carefree life I once lived.
I can only hold unto the nostalgic feeling of what I can’t reach.
I raised my arms up high, reaching the ceiling, only to notice that I’m miles away from it.
Maybe I should outstretched my hands more — to feel every limb become sore.
Paralyzed.
I can feel my eyes watering from the constant thought of tomorrow.
I wish I could lie on bed all day and feel the mattress overtake every inch of my body.
I tried to move my feet across the room, but a hole in the floor dragged me once more.
The constant need to be strong.
I couldn’t point out my strongest point. Everything seems like a curved path.
Blinked.
I tried to get the pain out of my aching heart. I tried and tried to let the tears escape my tired eyes.
But nothing came out.
Maybe this is how getting older feels like.
Maybe no amount of pain can make you cry.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
