RESOLVE

I barely live the life I promised to cherish. I had argued with myself tonight and it took advantage of all the hopes I miscarried. The void I never desired to shelter had triggered my longing for happiness. It seeks tranquility. It searches for freedom; I ask for silence.

I'm clueless about the healing process I'm taking— unaware of the purpose of all the disturbances, grieving, and disappearance; the sudden weak hours, vulnerability, and longing for existence.