I'm not sure exactly what I feel right now. Or how, for that matter.
No motivation, no drive. A thirsty soul with nowhere to drink from.
Have I made the right decisions in my life? Why didn't I listen to my mother when I could? There is no option to listen anymore, but just to try and remember the sound of her voice in my head.
The sound of her voice ... sweetie it's going to be ok ...
Those words fade in and out every now and then. So simple and yet so powerful coming from her.
it's going to be ok.
it's going to be ok.
She used to always tell me that no matter what situation i was in, i always found my way out.
it's going to be ok.
it's going to be ok.
it's going to be ok.
it's going to be ok.
....
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