the cite of you

the day troubles me again.
every second that passes by..
the questions are still the same,

left with no answers

doubts..
fear..
misery and emptiness..
i ask myself again, like a hundred times before..
'what now?'

like a soft wind your voice whisper reminding me of something we usually say..
"one step at a time, one day at a time, we all are going to be just fine."