With blurry eyes you’re looking at the epmtiness in front of you. You try to make sense out of your situation but it feels like you’re lost in a dream.
Your house is on fire and you’re painting the walls. This is fine. Just like you expected it to be.
An empty heart doesn’t have high standards for happiness. You’re living in the moment, savouring every last second of it.
The sun is smiling at you as you turn left towards the riverside. You sit down next to a stranded bottle. The message reads “all is not lost”. In the distance, a shimmer of hope is dancing on the water. Swim. Swim, and it shall burn brighter.