in eternity

Within the recesses of my mind resides a shadowy depth, a pain that throbs persistently. Unseen, it lingers, inflicting its silent torment upon me. An enduring, insidious sensation, woven into the fabric of my daily existence, a familiarity I have reluctantly embraced. It obscures the contours of joy, leaving me uncertain of my own happiness, a realm I may have once known, yet now appears elusive. Amidst this internal strife, I am urged to ingest medicinal solace, an assurance that these capsules hold the key to perpetual relief. Yet, the prospect of an eternity tethered to such remedies feels uncomfortably protracted.