Now truly is the winter of our discontent - struggling for a sense of meaning in a world that has lost its sense.
I wish this long night could pass much faster. I'm not sure I can wait for the light's return.
Now truly is the winter of our discontent - struggling for a sense of meaning in a world that has lost its sense.
I wish this long night could pass much faster. I'm not sure I can wait for the light's return.
Maybe it's the anxiety of a job I'm not really enjoying. Whatever it is, my chest feels like an obese rhino is sitting on it.
Maybe it's the anxiety of a job I'm not really enjoying. Whatever it is, my chest feels like an obese rhino is sitting on it.