Pelgris

I feel like I lost eight years of my life to sorrow.  I learned some coping skills and eventually found myself again but I feel like I lost the time when I should have been having relationships and going places and doing things to eight years of looking inward.  I see the world so differently now. But my outward self shows the appearance of someone whose life ground to a halt.

  I think I’m writing this in a desperate attempt to quell other thoughts, foolish hope full thoughts, not of the whole of my desire, but of the faintest chance.