Everthing beautiful

 Everyones moving forward, living their lives fulfilling their dreams and then there's me, the spectator. I had dreams, beautiful ones i used to dream of achieving them though they weren't extraordinary but they were mine, belonged to me made me happy, gave meaning to my life. And now everythings gone, im this empty vessel with no dreams and no tomorrow. And when i see people moving on with life, taking new steps towards their successful future but couldnt help but feel jealous. Make me question my reason for living, my sole purpose for existence.

  Times when I I look  up to what the future could be , all i see is this dark mundane breeze of deep despair . Guess everthing's arent beautiful. While writing this all i could think was the quote "another woman's trash is another woman's treasure" im still here, waiting for that trash to be my treasure.