The feeling of clapping using only one hand, overthinking about you when you do not even care anymore, the effort that I gave is insufficient to be worth a second of your acknowledgement.
I choose to accept the Fates, that put me in this bedraggled wretch situation, I could not even breath, my lungs are choked with anguish despondency, rejection at its prime.
I need to make myself better, more idealistic, being more of everything.
Acceptance is ephemeral. Perhaps a few years.
They said time will heal everything.
I want to witness your wondrous power, time.
Leave me astounded, time.