devastator

life is bland, empty, almost devoid of meaning. i feel like a zombie, waking up when i have to wake up, moving around in this cold state. my heart feels so empty, and so quick to be filled with hate and anger, but so slow to be filled with patience and compassion. life slips through my fingers everyday. where am i going? what am i doing here? i'll live through my life, only to come to the end and realize i have accomplished nothing. the spark of my life, my child, will forget me, as all children eventually lose the attachment to their mothers. my pedro will eventually fall out of love with me, and who can blame him? all things change. people change. love changes. life changes.

these days will continue to pass, until eventually i long for death.