I am standing atop a bed of shifting sands.
The wind is cold, the sun has set.
I am alone.
I am alone, and I am sad.
I'm drowning in an indescribable grief. In 2022 and 2023 I spent many hours figuring out my relationship with my own mind. In fact, I am great friends with the little grey cells, mon ami. But the sadness is still here.
But the sadness is still here.
But the sadness is still here.