@Julsijuls 6 April 2022 more from that month

[ prose by julsijuls ] I’ve been wandering the streets of a dead city for so long that i no longer expect anyone to come and fetch me. it’s only me who drags myself forward, to keep looking for something which could make me want to live life again. i am used to walking without direction, stopping at an abandoned building at night to sleep there. i’m used to the dead of the night and of no one to ever meet. years since the last time i’ve felt life, but in my heart, there’s still a tiny bit of something. hope as fine as a speck of dust, that somehow i will be welcomed back. even if it’s not a city full of life, even if it’s just in his arms, then i’ll be alright.