A Blank Note

Like a ghost transcending into its forever solitude.

I couldn't react. I couldn't stop. I must do it. I had hoped that these trying times would end. That I would be able to sit or lie down in a room filled with utter silence. Reading a book I should have read years ago. Watching Giada eating a pie in a small restaurant in the country. Or savoring each dish the Contessa is magically preparing before my eyes.

All I could do now is wait. But waiting is not enough. I have to inspire myself to continue what I have loved most when I was in my teenage years. To be trapped once more in a world that only my 30-ish bestfriend would understand. Because she also lives in a world like mine. Nobody would be able to comprehend how depressed I am with what's happening. Nobody would be able to tell the difference. They would only see a woman who has become inattentively bored and excruciatingly passive.