Every night, we all engage in silent conflicts that we hope would cease. Emotions that must be expressed, thoughts that need to verbalized. Feelings that must be experienced, phobias that need to be described, words and deeds that we need for our comfort. We all hope for better days. But what if there are no better days? What if we are unable to articulate our emotions? We are unable to verbally express our thoughts in our minds. What if we are unable to describe our phobias? Most importantly, no one provides us with the words or deeds that would make us feel comfortable. What if? What if the idea of brighter days is just something we create to push ourselves to the limit? Attempting to achieve the impossible because better days are days I no longer know about, and life is not life without pain and sorrow. I just hope that one day, all of you succeed in realizing your better days.
