Future?
The future is baseless without a beautiful present. My present is full of anxiety, depression & loneliness. Can you tell me the Future of an Anxious Human?
I know that my future will be fragmented as my bogus present. Nothing will excite me, Nothing will hurt me, Nothing will make me happy, Nothing will touch my heart. I will be full of Nothingness. I will walk on the street as a heartless robot. I will work as a headless politician. I will live my life as a defeated soldier.
No motivation can inspire me. No one's love can heal me. Nobody can save me from destroying. I will ruin myself slowly.. slowly.. slowly. Like a Tree of Winter, I will shade all of the dreams and wishes.
Oneday I will forget to try.Oneday I will forget to write. I will forget to lead a life.Oneday I will walk on the streets without my own shadow and my future will be distorted like this writing.

© TRIK