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Love, Life, Broken

The night feels heavy.
And I just can’t quiet settle into bed.
And I just can’t quite quiet my head.
Things resonating where they shouldn’t.
Stress.
Anxiety.
Depression.
The same old song and dance.
Aren’t you tired?
I’m tired.
Progress feels like stagnation.
So I stopped making progress altogether.
And I hate myself for it.
Starting again is so daunting.
How many times will I have to start again?

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