Blank piece. Blank screen.
Tough luck.
Empty thoughts. Empty feelings.
Bare.
No words. No ideas.
Void.
How long has it been? Days, months, years? Somewhere in the midst of trying to survive, I have forgotten to live.
Somewhere in the limbo of trying to justify my choices, I have forgotten the choices I've made.
I thought I was doing this for all the right reasons. But if I did, why did it turn out so wrong? If I made a better person out of me, why do I feel rotten inside?
Confusion is not the opposite of Wisdom.
Its blankness.
Its emptiness.
Its bareness.
Its void.
Exactly how I feel now.
Wisdom has not come with my age.
Damn.
