I feel like I’m sat in the lobby of my life, just waiting for my bags to be brought down; but they never come.
I feel like I’m surfing on the roughest seas, constantly paddling to try and stay afloat and not drown under the constance of the waves.
I just want to elevate myself to a point where I can safely swim my way through the throng, navigate my way through the ocean that has become my life and find safety from the storms.
But it never comes.
I wonder sometimes if this is all a dream that I’ll wake up from one day; a nightmare ill soon come round from. But no dream could ever be this cruel or well sustained.
A prediction for my future would be welcomed, but there is no one to ask such things.
God help me.