2024 Is A Bucket Of Ice Water To The Face

2024 is a bucket of ice water to the face

Wake the fuck up

Delusion has gotten me absolutely nowhere

Hate that it’s taken me this long to snap out of empty cycles

“I have fond memories of the rain,” she says, gazing out the window. Beads swell and fall on its glass pane. Stares at them forlornly, edges of her mouth deepening with an unnamed but compelling emotion. Her gaze trails the falling beads.

She looks at the grey day as if greeting an old friend.

“We… need to forgive ourselves… for all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.”

— Mitch Albom

Ophelia, 1851-1905 - oil on canvas — Constantin Meunier (Belgian, 1831-1905)

I want too much and nothing at all

- penned by j. medna (2024)