half of who i was (#lowkeydeep :/)
I feel as if the part of me that once craved the selfish satisfaction of life has been ripped from my soul.
Who knows what is happening to me, all I know is that i feel sad and alone and I wish i could find a way to remedy this aching feeling inside of me.
The cold winter days leave a lingering touch of grief I have not felt for some time now.
Grey skies and newly snow fallen ground has a certain beauty, but i also can't help but wonder why every winter I have to go through such deep sorrow.
Material objects have no illustrious appeal to me anymore. I crave something so human, an emotion I can't buy, make, or steal.
How does one hold happiness in the palm of their hand without sacrificing themselves?
(written feb. 10, 2025>