Fear
Another time when a thought escapes the mind. Unrelated thoughts. Hurt thoughts. Confessions. Fears.
Ever since getting in to this sick routine, there has been very little times when I have felt alive- like really alive. But more often than not, I feel like I am walking, blind folded, on a very thin strand of hope. A strand so thin that I know, one day it is going to snap and that I am going to fall. But the beauty and thrill in it is too much to give up. Also, if I give up on this today, I have nothing to hold on for tomorrow.
But that constant sense of losing something, that fear, it just creeps in to you so randomly.
Ever since getting in to this sick routine, there has been very little times when I have felt alive- like really alive. But more often than not, I feel like I am walking, blind folded, on a very thin strand of hope. A strand so thin that I know, one day it is going to snap and that I am going to fall. But the beauty and thrill in it is too much to give up. Also, if I give up on this today, I have nothing to hold on for tomorrow.
But that constant sense of losing something, that fear, it just creeps in to you so randomly.
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