Nothing to say

I used to have so many words, thoughts on every topic when I was innocent and angsty. Now that I've seen things, been through darkness, survived, I am at a loss. I want to be profound, post pictures about the beauty I see, and express myself, but I feel tongue tied. What is there left to say when you've see it all and it didn't destroy you?

There is hope, there is light, it's possible to find joy no matter what. That's what I've learned. For now that's enough.

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