Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
I've lost my voice. Not my physical vocals though, but more so in a spiritual way. My world, the one that I have coveted for so long, has closed me out. It has vanished and there is nothing I can do about it. Maybe it's from being too caught up in the dimensional world. It is from being worried about appearances, status, politics, and everything else that we hold so highly above ourselves. Why do we care so much about materialistic ideas? All I know is that I'm drowning, and my secret place is no longer there to pick me back out of the mess that I have made.