It catches You and You are done.
Knowing life, the beautiful side of it, gone.
Now the climb up, or to a new place in time, must start.
It can be hard. There is a grey wherever You look.
Even the words You speak and listen to, taste like sawdust.
Underneath it all lies acceptance, acceptance of who we are.
Maybe I am a loser, a nobody who does not know anything. Can’t do nothing, is worthless in the eyes of society. It might just be that accepting that takes me towards freedom.
We shall see.
Ian Altosaar
