Qetsiyah

Some days, we find ourselves in our deep ends; lost as we try to grasp onto anything which can reassure us we do exist after all (Or maybe this is just me).

There's a depth we all never wish to fall into, but then we find ourselves trailing that path, slipping away slowly. These are dark days. Days when we find it hardest to put on our smiles, not even the fakest of grins. Nothing just fits and we just want to kick and scream at whoever, whatever. Just never us.
When we try to hold a meaningful conversation in these dark moments, it ends as though the universe is turned against us and then that peaceful chat we stopped to have with that ordinarily amazing person turns into a pissed conversation and most times we walk off, mad at them of course.

Night falls and we slip onto our cosy beds later or the hard floor which becomes unbearably cold this time so we just curl over and beat ourselves up. It's just another bad day, we say and fall to sleep. And of course, we survive the night. Probably a few nightmares but by morning, we are fine, prettier, maybe with a wider smile. Then we forget what happened to us, wave it off. I was just a little pissed, we say.

That's how we reach out and yeah, that's how we endure this stuff we call, "living".


I'm Qetsiyah, that sane writer who loves vampires and is fascinated by history.