Like dandelion dust - everything I once knew has been whisked away. All the beauty - gone.
Now I’ve forgotten what life was like - before the weeds.
I try to wrap my mind around uncertainty, but nothing can fill this void. Nothing can close the gap. Nothing can come close to measuring this despair.
If weighed, inner turmoil would crush the universe.
If evaluated, depression would kill the entire population.
If investigated, anxiety would cause the world to explode.
If understood, emotional pain would rupture, EXPLODE in the universe.
If felt, shame would silence the screams.
If recovered, one would be free.
If free, life would be beautiful… again.