Berate.

I think I think too much.

But I really wonder who am I outside of us. I can’t say for sure because I don’t know.

Maybe the problem lies with me. Because ‘me’ is just not.. there.

I don’t know.

I only know that I’m tired of these. Tired of knowing that I don’t know.

I feel so.. inadequately small and insignificant.

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Again.

Today, I write again.

I think today, truly, I’ve been touched by many and my eyes have opened.

Surely, we are not alone in this.

Stay with us, as we survive this, for better or for worse.