Days creep by stealthily, and I feel torn, numbed, emotions have ceased to subsist, and this is the time where I’d love to shatter the pieces that make me whole…so I can have any kind of affliction. But the knives I grab are my sole hands and what slashes my insides are my mere words.
A bit of selflessness I long for, however the only thoughts that ramble across my head are mine and mine only. Answers I seek desperately, but I can’t seem to find…it’s not that intricate nor complex, it’s solely that the choices that those answers unravel lead to many unknown trails, trails I’m afraid to meet. So shall I? Please myself? Or perhaps unhurriedly drown myself? Until…until I cease to come up for air anymore.