Everything is lost, lost so far beyond our control. How can we ever recover, we’re kept bound in our own chains of humanity. Oh. Who's going to come to find you? They’re as lost as you. The path keeps going, keeps twisting and curling, gets hidden between the marshes and the bushes, and gets lost between the mountains. No one can find it, they’re all lost.
We’re all lost, so, so lost. On this path, who will guide us, when our guides have gotten lost themself. Who will help us, when our helpers can’t even help themselves. It’s a little scary, makes you feel alone, so lost. too lost. It’s never fair.
And then? And then we give up.
Sit down on the pathway, refuse to get back up. The helplessness seeps deep into our bones, Makes you unable to stand up, to get back on your own feet. You sit and sit and keep waiting for someone to come, waiting for someone to help lift you up. But when they do, you refuse, tell them to go back and leave.
And then they, then they feel disheartened. Because, because they were barely holding themself together either. And down the road, they are sitting too. Waiting too, waiting, again and again.
And like that, another cycle starts, Another cycle begins.
(Because in our humanity, we forget others are humans too).
The writer wishes to remain anonymous.
(Image from here.)
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