Sh-Ron Almeida
Asst. Arts & Entertainment Editor
Struggling to find ideas in a world that makes less sense every day
Unable to figure out where my future lies
Nothing seems real, like a high-pitched fever dream
I thirst for water, yet the well is dry as a dessert
Where do I start the story? How do I end it?
The pen is unable to move in my hand
My mind is blocked by frazzled thoughts
Stress finds company in my chest
The darkness becomes my blanket