It's been almost 1.5 years, yet..the mere thought of you makes my voice shake and my eyes tear up, I'll forever miss seeing your doe eyes blinking as you laid in the sun, resting your head on my lap.
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It's been almost 1.5 years, yet..the mere thought of you makes my voice shake and my eyes tear up, I'll forever miss seeing your doe eyes blinking as you laid in the sun, resting your head on my lap.
Humans and their habit to carry unfinished conversations in their head and building endings that never actually existed in real life
My toxic trait of occupying myself with a lot of work altogether so that I don't get lost in my thoughts. I am tired? Yes. Do I need a break? I do. But I refuse to do that because I carry a lot of pent up emotions, I carry guilt, I carry regret and I carry grief. My emotions and thoughts feel like a tangled yarn, with no free end. I don't have the energy to sit and untangle all of them, because I know I'll end up breaking the threads of the yarn. I miss myself, the version of me who could breathe freely without tears welling up in my eyes the moment I took a deep breath. I miss doing the things which I once loved. When I sit with those very things, I feel a detachment. I feel detached from my roots, my core.
There are days I feel like I am failing all the people around me, I am barely giving my best out there. I have no fear in accepting the fact that I fear to disappoint the people I love, yet..I end up disappointing them. I don't feel the life in me? I tried being the fish who thought she could swim against the tide, now I sit and realise that it's better to swim along the course of the river being grateful that I still am in the waters, not thrown out to die.
I miss myself