Chapter 119: keep falling apart

I try finding my way,

but I keep trying too hard.

Keep thinking I found it,

but it keeps falling apart

I reach for the stars, but they flicker and fade,

Chasing fleeting moments, in a game I once played.

I thought I had grasped it, the essence of life,

But every time I blink, it stabs me with a knife.

I stand on the edge of a cliff made of glass,

Watching reflections of the person I pass.

I question the journey, the purpose, the pain,

In a world full of noise, I’m lost in the rain.

So I wander alone, with the weight of my doubt,

In search of a compass, a way to break out.

But the more that I search, the more I seem blind,

To the path I once thought would be easy to find.

I gather my pieces, like shells on the shore,

Each one tells a story of battles and war.

The tide pulls me under, the waves crash so loud,

And I drown in the silence, lost in the crowd.

So here I stand, though the way is unsure,

With the weight of my thoughts, and a heart that’s not pure.

I’ll learn to be patient, to trust in the sway,

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my own way.