I have been holding my breath as I have been holding off from holding that pen again.
To put my thoughts into paper...
But I am scared to make an indelible mark that would reveal the dark truth that hides in my soul.
I wish to keep them unrecognized, pretend they are merely bursts of emotions from my insecurities.
Why did I end up being so complicated? What have I done in my previous life that brings me to this state of repression?
Can I sustain this load that I bear? Yes, but for how long?
I need to be strong. I need to remind myself that I was meant by the universe for this path. It's not that I made the wrong choices because if I look back and trace the past, it was a relatively good life.
Why I am asking for more is what has been consuming me and turning me into a wilting flower hoping for a miracle salvation.
I remedied this before with the mantra of just be fluffy...perhaps it will work again.
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