I wrote this a couple months ago:
When the words have left, I only have the energy to sit and stare mindlessly at the glowing screen, I will find myself where I am. I don’t attempt to associate words with my feels, I just attempt to revel in their complete abstraction.
Today the sky was clear and beautiful as it often is in this beautiful part of the world. The radio consisted of its normal talk of politians, and people continued on with their lives as they always do. Forgive me for being overtly realistic, but someday I will die and eventually no one will remember me for who I am or what I truely did, even if history gave me the luck of being profound.
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Oh yous! I understand how you feel. I often feel the same way. You just have to try to remember that the future doesn’t really matter, in fact, you can’t even prove that it exists. The only thing we have is right now, and right now you have at least one person who is a witness to your life (mees). You are wonderfull and amazing and I love you.
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