in a hundred words.

I don’t know if anyone else feels the same way I do right now.

I don’t know if anyone else wakes up in the morning knowing this will be one of the last times to do so. I don’t know if anyone else feels like there’s a constant looming deadline.

I don’t know if anyone else feels like the days and weeks between then and now are carefully measured. As if grains of sand fall bit by bit from an open hourglass, like time never to be returned.

Back then, leaving seemed like freedom. Today, it feels like emotional agony.