Why can’t you stand on your own?

Why do you always show up whenever you see a chance?

Why do you always follow me even in my sleep?

And why can’t I bring myself to face you?

You’re my demon, I know.

And you are heavy..so to speak.

i just cant as well face the fact that you fill me
but gahd.. if this is what it means to be happy..
i dont know anymore.

Maybe at some point in our lives.. we became blind.

cant think of the right term but.. race will do. it made my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. it also made me feel that there's a lump in my throat and i cant swallow. t'was a choking make or break opportunity. it's either you win or not.

and i breathe. haPpy nEw yEaR to mE.

I have to remind myself of the rules.