I’ve tried to let it go, not to let it define me. But when the night comes, and not a single soul surrounds me, I am inevitably drawn back to the deepest hole, to the darkest cave there is.
The questions echo endlessly in my mind: What did I do, or fail to do? Why couldn’t I achieve my most desired dream?
People say that there’s always something better, something greater, and that it will all make sense in the end.
But I still can’t see it. I’m just a human whose dream has been torn apart, lost between the struggle to move forward and the temptation to linger in the past. The weight of unfulfilled aspirations hangs heavy, and the path ahead remains shrouded in uncertainty.
In the silence of my solitude, I grapple with my broken dreams. The nights are long, and the darkness feels infinite. Each step forward is a battle, a test of resilience against the haunting whispers of what could have been.
Yet, somewhere deep within, a faint glimmer of hope flickers, urging me to hold on, to believe that there might still be light beyond the shadows. It is this fragile spark that keeps me going, reminding me that even in the darkest moments, there is a chance for a new beginning.
Perhaps one day, the pieces of my shattered dreams will come together, revealing a path I never expected but one that was always meant to be.
