So the rain comes, and the clouds set in to darken our days and dampen our spirits.
I can't help but feel unsure about what it is that I am supposed to be doing with myself and with my time.
The future seems endless, yet so full of nothingness that I don't even know where to begin to turn it into something worthwhile. People that I love are leaving my life so abruptly that I don't even have time to gather my feelings and say a silent farewell.
Desperately trying to fill the void, I search for new people to colour my life, yet it is evident that most are not what I expect them to be, or who I want to spend my time with.
It seems to me that rather than taking shape, my life is crumpling in on itself and causing me confusion and doubt.
I just need to explode with colour, to bloom inside, but I have not got the inspiration to do so.
Oh, how I wish I could fall in love again.
Oh, how I wish I was loved.
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