I played victim, he plays victim. We all played victims of our own selfish desires. Why do we keep being prisoners of each others mistakes.
I cannot see where I am going. All I know is I am on auto-pilot but not going anywhere.
My eyes cannot see clearer anymore. My ears cannot hear any loving word anymore. My mouth shuts when I ought to speak kind words and quick to utter harsh ones when aggravated. My soul is quick to doubt and anxiety when faced with challenges.
I wish I could drop all this drama and quickly turn my back on every picturisque of us together. But I won’t. Because they’re all beautiful.
The waves here are calm and endless. I’m staying here for the rest of the day and disappear where it all started.