Lost

“Lost”

I gaze around the newsroom with my sad eyes. It’s the same as ever. Anxious people run around in a room illuminated by LCD screens and the glister of the glass doors. And in the centre of this history-producing room, I lifelessly stand. I am entirely numb and unresponsive to all the chaos; instead, I am immersed in my own desperate thoughts. Love has never been my forte. But I thought that maybe, just maybe, it could work out with her. It hurts to know how wrong I was. An emotional investment is rarely profitable; all you ever get in return is a fruit basket of tears, disappointments, heartbreak, and to top it all off, acute depression. I cannot carry on with my days knowing that she’s living freely and happily whilst I try and cope with the sharp blades of glass constantly piercing my mind. Thus, I make my first movements of the day. I spread my arms at shoulder high with struggle, but close my eyes and tilt my head back with ease. I lean back on my heels and just let myself go. This time, however, I hope there is no one at the end of my “trust” fall. 

Sedgeman, Judy. "Sad Gray Person Standing Alone Near A Crowd Of Different Colored | Peace of Mind Matters." Peace of Mind Matters. WordPress, 15 Jan. 2012. Web. 06 Dec. 2013.