I keep putting this off, as thesis takes up most of my time. But the lack of inspiration is at fault, really. I promise to try again. Maybe tomorrow.

“You shouldn’t dwell on the past. Eventually, you’ll move on”, he said. I struggled to keep myself together, to save face. “I suppose”, I mumbled, as I watched him leave.

I have gotten so used to the silence that I’ve stopped searching for sound. I wonder how it came to this. I cannot recall a specific moment when everything changed.