Dear Avie,
I am stuck here drowning in my own tears.
Where will my life go from here?
Filling up my room with the water that spills from my eyes.
The uncertainty.
Flooding.
Will it ever become clear?
Is there life left behind these eyes of mine?
Or does only death reside?
I am not sure anymore.
In fact, I am not sure of anything anymore.
I am stuck living in a different kind of fear.
Living in the fear of life instead of living in fear of death.
Help me live the life that I am supposed to be living.
Xoxo- Mommy
