Fe(el/ar).

I’ve been told many times that I shouldn’t have to control every aspect of my life. That I shouldn’t have to protect myself from the unknown. That I need to let things change my life. But I’m in love with my life. And I don’t want it to change. And I guess that is where…

War.

Our relationship was built on battles. I always fought you. It was an endless tight rope performance. Balancing my freedom with the treacherous cage you had for me.   Nothing impressed you. Nothing worked. It just tore us apart. With time, we were both tired. Exhausted of the passive aggression. We grew tired of having…

Shades of guilt.

Do you still think of me when you see the sun setting?   Do you still think of me when you hurt yourself?   Do you still think of me, or is there a new victim?