Frustration. I want to write but there are no words to describe how I feel right now. I want to pour my heart out, let ocular liquids drop yet I can't for I have lost the will to let my old self come back and write something magnanimous.
Screams. I may be silent but I have tons—no, maybe gazillion of thoughts rolling in my head, unanswered. I want to scream and shout, tell people everything what I feel and need to let out yet I can't. I don't deserve this, my ink went dry and everything turned deserted. My soul is searching for the oasis, albeit it's still aching for something.
Help. Help me. I'm drowned, in the depths of thoughts and bafflement. I don't know. I don't. Help me, don't leave me. I don't want to feel alone. Please, help.
—Empathos; 24 June 2020
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RandomSleepless nights, rants, thoughts, emotions-I covet for answers from the land of bafflement I'm in. Another wallflower, bamboozled.
