Oasis
This is a long night — one of those that refuse to end before the sun returns. And in these sleepless, endless hours, I find no answers — because there are none. It’s in these hollow stretches of time, while I question my desperate attempts at happiness, that I lose myself the most, fighting against the borrowed theories of joy I hear around me. My head weighs a thousand tons, and inside me, a void — vast, unfillable. And in some strange, senseless way, I close my eyes, trying to understand the reasons life gives me — if such reasons even exist. I know this space will never be complete, never whole — like a puzzle missing its final piece, the single fragment that would reveal everything, and bring an end. My hopes drift aimlessly, day after day. I ache for the end of this waiting — for all the questions without a period, for the moment when life would prove itself worthwhile, and meaning would finally appear. My dream. I feel as though I have found an oasis. From afar, I watched the mo...