BAG OF DESPAIR

My dreams are suffocating under the weight of indifference, their delicate petals crushed by the quietude that envelops my almost soulless self. Some days, Mother Nature's whims taunt me. One moment, she watches me swirl to sweet wonderment of the bright side, then abandons me to drown in the vast, ocean of voidness. Are you watching? As the ache within me grows into a heavy burden that presses upon my whole.

Maybe it's time to say GOODBYE," I whispered to myself. The words were barely audible. The deafening silence that had become my constant companion swallowed them whole.

This doleful journey, a never-ending cycle of pain and sorrow, had engulfed me. I was becoming too desperate to escape the crushing sense of isolation that my mind had trapped me in. But bit by bit, this abyss of despair continued to beckon me, its dark allure tempting me to surrender myself to the nothingness that had been slowly consuming me.

Watch me dance the tintinnabulation of despair.