Ava

Sometimes the Universe feels like an empty void you’re shouting into. Like it’s incapable of even returning your screams with an echo. It leaves you with no sense that you’ve even been heard. Not a single promise of anything. Yet, we find ourselves doing it over and over again. Hoping that, this time, your not so secret wish will come true. Or that life will finally start making sense. Or you’ll gain an understanding of why you’ve been through what you have. What purpose it might serve. It’s difficult to consider the probability that there’s no deeper meaning to it.