I always dream about running away from the dark
Never did I think of fighting back
Are they just conjured images with insignificant meanings
Or they represent slivers of truth?
Am I always running away from reality?
How long will I be able to keep running from the truth I fear?
It’s not the moment of truth that I’m afraid of the most
But the minutes when it sinks in
Why am I so worthless?
Why am I so weak?
What’s the meaning of everything I have done?
Is there really meaning at all?
What if there isn’t… what then?
Fear is the cloud of darkness still covering humanity… but pockets of light are appearing, I feel, as more awaken. 😅