I currently live in a world of stolen dreams.

A world where everything has been taken from me. It’s a deep, deep pain. It’s a state of vulnerability that I’ve never been in before. And until you’ve been there, you can’t possibly understand. Sympathize? Yes. Understand? No.

Moments are good. But moments are fleeting. I guess it’s always been that way. Maybe that’s just the way life is.

I’ve always had a positive outlook on life. I’ve never been one to think “Everything happens for a reason.” However, I’ve always believed you can give reason to everything that happens.

I can’t make sense of this. I’ve been told that I’m trying to make sense out of something that doesn’t make sense. I’m a logical person and that’s a blessing and a curse.

While I’m a logical person, I’m emotional too. I hide it well. So much so, that when I get emotional, it’s met with skepticism.

I will make it to the other side. That’s logical, right? However, my outlook is forever changed. No longer do I believe that you can give reason to everything that happens. No longer do I look for the logistics in feelings. Sometimes there just isn’t any, right?

My heart is broken. It has been broken before. Not like this.

I feel a strong deprivation. I’ve been deprived before. Not like this.

I don’t know what to do. I’ve been in times where I didn’t know what to do. Not like this.

Where is the other side?