Lifeless, tasteless, emotionless.
A world without color.
No will to survive.
A shell of the man I once was.
Going through the motions everyday.
A machine without a purpose.
No will, no drive, just endless mechanical movement.
That which I used to strive for seems pointless.
Entertaining hobbies have become nothing more than dull habits.
Nothing to look forward to.
Nothing to wake up for.
I wish I had a goal.
A purpose.
I wish I could see the light at the end of the tunnel so that I could run towards it.
I’m in the dark grasping for a sense of direction.
I’m drowning while reaching for something to swim for.
But there’s no land in sight.
Nothing that gives me the strength to keep going.
Nothing to endure the pain for.
There’s nothing to care for.
Nothing to feel.
I’m numb.
And yet there she stands.
A ray of light in an endless void.
A beacon shining tall above the turbulent waters of a vicious sea.
A drip of color in this monochromatic world.
A reason to endure.
The hope that the next day might be a little better.
The hope that one day I might see color once more.
The hope that I might be just a bit less cold.
She is hope.
My hope.