I know I am free. At last. As I no longer care to be found or seen. As those who found me, truly seeked me. And those who saw me, truly looked. .
I learnt moving on means giving to get. No free lunch in moving on. No discount. No buying two for the price of one. No shortcuts. Moving on comes at a premium. It meant giving up hope for acceptance. It meant giving up excited anticipation for weary realisation. It meant giving up passion for protection. […]
And then one day. I was ready for home. And ready to move on. And ready to accept. That it was okay that it was empty. And fake. And that it did not mean I was.
I truly am. So fc<3d. Anything. I think I will do anything. To get unfc<3d. As I am that desperate now. To breathe again. Without your selfish ghost. Taunting my less-than-worthy existence.
I cannot understand our obsessive reliance on words to help us reach our final frontiers. Words that we have habitually come to know shape shift into sentences that transform into paragraphs with claws to grow vicious chapters into stories with disastrous unhappy endings. Disastrous endings that lead to heartbreak. Disastrous endings that lead to death. And yet we […]