Not Okay.

If you ask me if i’m okay, i’d say, “okay”.
If you ask me how i feel, i’d say, “fine” (maybe).
But, really, there’s nothing to feel. It’s just “okay”.
There is nothing significant, anymore.

I don’t dwell. Fearing that by doing so i’ll be the wreck i know i would be.

These days, i’m just existing. Waiting for that day i’d finally be free.
Praying for that day to come sooner to be with you.
And i hope you feel the same way.