I'm afraid that time keeps happening and I stay stuck in the same place.
I'm afraid that no one of my dreams comes true. I'm not disappointed in myself, I still have hopes.
I have hopes,
but they are diminishing with the over time.
I keep doing the same things, drowning in my anxiety because the hours slip by my hands and keep moving forwards, and I continue in the same place doing the same things, wanting to chance this monotonous lifestyle with no future, or at least not without promising.
That’s why I need Him, I need God.
But I don’t know where He is?
