it doesn't have to be so hard; but i can't turn back time. can't deny the fact that i am scared and i don't want to face my fears, alone.
because no matter what happens, it will come down to me, me only. feels like i am drawn towards an inner abyss, and to stay for good.
i'm not ready for anything. i don't want to be ready. i hate being judged. i hate having to decide. i'm brought back to face my juvenile angsts, for yet another time. guess maturity just got itself deleted off my dictionary.
i need to run away from myself.
divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.
reminiscence
coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
