I long to see the day when not all will be lost, but something will be found, or just realized that something has been here all along. I know I’m talking in clichés, but I don’t care. Sometimes they’re the only words that suffice. Or when you’re just too tired. I’m so tired.

It’s amazing how quickly some things come and go. Or how quickly things can change. I’m peaceful now, not the serene kind of peaceful, but the drained, weak kind, and my mind is quiet. But I know it can’t stay that way. Nothing ever remains.