Despair

What do we have when the hope is gone?

Nada Zafira
Mar 11, 2024
Bertha Wegman (Danish, 1847–1926), Despair | Christie’s

The hope is gone. The repeating wish stopped. The dream was nowhere to be found. The routine feel boring, and the excitement turn into long sadness.

Everything feel slower. The time, the movement, the steps, everything.

Nothing I have now after the hope is gone. Nothing. Nothing but tired eyes, loud sigh, and madness.

Finally the despair come and all I want is dissapear, ruin something — perhaps my body or my mind. I want to end everything. I want to scream. I want to go somewhere green, somewhere quiet. I want to destroy something and runaway.

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