WANDERLOST
This is the second post on this blog. This is about me. The previous post.
In the abyss of sorrow and despair, I find myself engulfed by the profound sense of loss. A vital piece of my very being has been cruelly torn away, leaving me adrift in an empty void of anguish and desolation. As I attempt to navigate this shattered reality, the haunting echoes of what once was reverberate through my wounded spirit, reminding me of the painful truth: I have lost a part of my soul, and my heart lies broken beyond repair.
In the warmth of the past, my soul thrived, basking in the comforting embrace of love, hope, and happiness. The essence of who I once was has been torn asunder, leaving behind jagged fragments that refuse to piece together. The essence that once radiated with life now resembles a shattered mirror, reflecting only fragments of the person I used to be.
The wound left by this heartbreak is not merely physical but seeps into the very core of my existence, like a malignant poison infecting every cell of my being. Each breath I take feels like a laborious task, a painful reminder of the emptiness within. The weight of this loss drags me down into a pit of perpetual darkness, where even the faintest glimmer of light seems like a distant memory.
The struggle to endure this relentless agony is all-encompassing, leaving little room for anything else. My passions, once a wellspring of joy and inspiration, have withered under the oppressive weight of sorrow. The colors that once painted my life in vivid hues have now faded to monochrome, and the symphony of my emotions has been reduced to a cacophony of melancholic notes.
Armani: In the void of loss, it’s like my soul’s taken a hike, wandering aimlessly, feeling like a lost traveler without a map. Every broken piece of me feels heavy with sadness, like a backpack full of rocks, dragging me down as I stumble through this wild and lonely terrain.
The next post.