Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence.
– The Sound of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel
It was inevitable, I suppose. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve kept myself so busy that I’m at the verge of exhaustion as I struggle to compose this piece. I’ve kept my mind and body in constant motion, hoping to avoid any thought of the sadness that could overtake my being.
But now I’m feeling it.
The constant, uneasy feeling in my stomach and the drab thoughts of what my future holds are here. “Well, you blew it, moron. Sure, that girl wasn’t right for you, but now you’ll be alone forever!”, says my inner demons. It’s becoming stressful already.
Is there good news in my future? Conventional wisdom would suggest there are plenty of fish in the sea. I’m in the stage of complete doubt.