…that eternally mind-wrenching symbol- the question mark.
Boldly it sits itself behind my eyes where it burns its lasting uncertainty into my shreds of soul. When I begin to reach for it I inevitably tire and fall back into my bed of selfish self-disdain. I cannot let it succeed in trapping what little good I have in me beneath its nasty weight. I want to be captured by someone as entirely unwhole as myself.
I want to throw my brain children into the air and to the mercy of the winds, to travel as dandelion seeds into the open world where they can grow. But I am trapped, and it is my own doing.
It’s sad how you used to be able to talk for hours and now you can barely look at them.
It’s sad how one regret can scar you for life.
It’s sad how one mistake can still hurt.
There comes a point in your life when you realise who really matters, who never did & who always will.