There was a before.
When life was full of people, activities, music, family, phone calls
and then there was an after
Time alone, coming to terms with silence, fighting to make the right choices.
I dont know how I did it. I dont understand what went through my mind. What would have happened if I had just stayed back.
I look back at diary entries over the years and I see that what was once a dream is now reality but did I really want this.
I’m not having second thoughts… because frankly I haven’t let myself think about it. I’m just living. Merely existing.
What do I want? I don’t think I know anymore.
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