The nightfall comes sooner in the evening. The day ends and as it does we move closer and closer to winter. This has been a peculier year. Full of challenges and scarce of fulfillment. I'm exhausted. I just want to live for me, in my own solitude and not bother myself with other people's troubles. But guilt gnaws on me in secrecy. Even in my most mindfree moment, I feel its needle-like teeth setting into my brain. 

 

I wish I was selfish. I wish I was hard like impenetrable amor. I wish my only concern would be my own well-being. How do they do it? They make it look so easy. How do their hearts not become wry of pain? 

 

But the world is so full of sorrow as it is, and it wouldn't make sense to add on to it. Especially to those  we hold dearly.