Photo by George Becker:

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?