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Travellers
I keep hurting myself day by day, a quiet ache with no visible wound. Perhaps I need a break. I am exhausted, overwhelmed by something I cannot name. Is this a sign to stop? Or an obstacle before something greater? I do not know. They say the world is harsh on the less fortunate. Am I meeting it now, face to face? I do not know. If we are travellers, how many miles are left for me? This road feels endless, all rocks and thorns, no roses in sight. Will I reach the peak? I do not know. They say positivity attracts warmth, yet I have stood in the sun and still felt cold. I keep living for a tomorrow that has no date, telling myself it will get better as if repetition makes it true. I talk more to mask the silence, silence that eats me daily like a termite feeding on furniture. I smile to hide the quiet flood behind my eyes. I might break any time soon, but I must remain standing. The storms grow shakier, the winds stronger. I ask the sky, is this finally it? I don’t know. Perhaps I am lying to myself again, whispering the same fragile promise, like a prayer I barely believe; Tomorrow will be better.
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