A lot has happened recently and I’ve been emotionally, physically and mentally stretched. I could write it all here now but I’m choosing not to. I’m just going to write now for the sake of my dying blog.

Every inch of me is aching for escape, to be free of everything. But reality has such a tight grip and I fear that if I let go, I might not be able to find my way back. I don’t know how I’m doing this. I don’t know why my system hasn’t gone into a complete breakdown yet because honestly this is too much. The ocean is deep and dark but I haven’t drowned yet. I still find myself swimming towards the sun, pushing against every current. Somehow the optimism in me still resides that eventually I’ll reach the surface and feel the warmth of the sun on my cold skin, and somehow I’m thankful for it.

I will be with my peace someday and hopefully sooner, this will end.

(Source: drownedinwords)

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