// (n.) the desire to care less about things
Trapped in the hollow abyss of her thoughts, she nearly shattered.
Her mind and her thoughts consumed her,
Searching for something, anything, but all she found was a blank wall staring back at her.
The blankness was absolute, not a scratch or mark in sight.
She wondered how she ended up there in the first place.
She was in pain for the longest time.
She longed for a way out, for freedom.
She longed for a way out of her head.
She found comfort in others, but unfortunately they found much more comfort in her.
She felt pressured to prioritise them, and because of that, she never prioritised herself.
She lost herself. She lost everything.
Every emotion but sadness pushed away from her being; leaving her longing for love, light, and laughter in the aching hollowness of her body.
No longer will she allow her demons to control her,
and with every step she took towards the blank wall to write out her story,
came the healing, just like how spring came after winter.
So she found herself in the spring.
In the flowers that brought cooler back into her black and white world.
Colors that she could use to paint her colourful story.
And through the spring she marked the wall with her beautiful art.
She marked the wall until it was no longer blank,
until the lines overlapped each other.
And as the flowers grew, so did she.
With every flower that surrounds her,
growing and blossoming, she grows into something more beautiful.
And in the next winter, she finds herself,
all over again, but this time in a colourful wall.
written by me; edited by some partners
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