Sometimes, there is this period in your life when you feel abandoned. Sometimes you embrace it, because it is intimate in a sort of way, darkness romanticized for you to tolerate it. Apathy is nothing more than knowing that everything transcends, and no emotion or circumstance will not lift eventually. Either you leave it, or wait it out long enough and it will leave you. Maybe you die, and that is the release. So you look on ahead in your life with apathy, that is shunned because people think that you have no more compassion and are entirely self-centered- but how can that be when it's apathy for yourself? So you move on every day, through the minutes and hours, carrying the child of apathy around. We are a walking tide of people who rise and fall, rise and fall, and eventually ebb away into nothingness. Life is as it is- a long walk through the desert. You feel forsaken; you are forsaken. Was there anyone watching whether you would trip in the first place? How is it you ran forward and never looked back to think if anyone would catch you from behind? But you ran with willful rebellion, and you hit the rock and fell. Now you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, and there is no difference between left and right, looking on ahead with dryness, looking behind with nostalgia.

Someday it will lift.