It’s starting to become the norm for me to get periodically overwhelmed by the sheer uncertainty of tomorrow – cliche, i know.

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I have to end my constant preoccupation with the floundering, which is probably more than just a penchant for melancholy but in fact an indication of fear. And it goes away whenever I stumble across a certain song, message or conversation only to creep back where it once was unannounced and unwanted.

Yet the only thing I can hope for is for time to let it all sink in. Accept it.

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