In the sleeping hours, it is forgotten
That nothingness swells in the waking hours
Years of success being a gift that passed you up
Progression being something that evaded their clutch
Being happy is easy but faking it is a chore.
Time is the enemy
You can’t fast forward and get to the end
To see if all the fighting is really worth it in the end
Quitting isn’t a choice
Because a fighter, you are
But some days you just get tired
Of putting on the facade
Poised and composed on the outside.
Deteriorating on the inside.
They say—time heals all wounds
A broken heart can be mended
But what can repair a broken spirit
Photography by Caju Gomes