8.7.14
And dream of perfection.I thought sleeping early would have been the temporary cure - I was right, but as the name "temporary cure" suggests, it only worked for a short period of time. Bad habits resurfaced tonight, imaginations ran insanely wild and train tracks derailed. You panic, you know who you want to call, you know who you want to spill all your emotions to.... but by the time you feel the uncomfortable sensation of dried tears down your cheek - you get over it. But tonight, I decided to be open about it, in an attempt to prove that I'm actually trying to fulfill my promise, despite the slow process. I didn't know what I wanted to hear nor did I know what to expect as a response - Okay, that was lie. I knew what they would've said but a part of feel longed for something new and hoped that this time things might feel a little different. But I was wrong.
I finally realised why I choose to keep things to myself.
It's silly, but it all makes sense.
And every time I try to unbottle my thoughts, it just never seems to feels right - even to the closest of all people. But hey, babysteps.
The sea level is high tonight and the winds are menacing. The moon beams brightly as ever, but the stars are no where to be seen. The harbour has never felt so hostile.
For now, I fear closing my eyes and delving into a limitless dimension where salvation is no where to be found.
