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ENDLESSNESS...
The world is a lonely place - half of me is dead. I am sick of living in unprecedented times. I am drenched in the phobia of the unknowns. No soul knows tomorrow.
what if there's no end? what if there's no light at the tunnel's end? what if our suffering have no end? what if everything we do is in a precarious state?
what if everything was a lie? what if the life beyond is darker and lonelier?
What if we just hibernate and never wake-up?
what kind of facade is this? fainting body, faded hope, waning strength - it is all there is.
it is all endlessness of lost hope? misplaced hope?
The world is such a lonely place.
half of me is dead!

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